It’s funny:
I’m a Nietzschean Anarchist:
Harbinger of catastrophic, multiphonic, transpsychotic,
Strings of psychotropic power hour.
Misanthropic populistic,
Anti-rebel, new age ripping.
I’m ernest,
But I’m a mutherfucking Liar.
Seeping through your brain,
Leaving tags inside your thalamus.
Mother fuckers look for me but find only their shadow;
Kreeping up your marrow;
Making deep men shallow.
Post-romantic cancelling
Of the classic hour.
(Can you tell I had a hard time with the punctuation marks?)
