"Will you eat I me?"
I asked politely
and got a hysterical reply.
Like all matters of post-modern philosophy
the proposition was inane
expressed too much
in too little time.
Why is existentialism so hard to swallow?
Where should our semen actually go?
Wouldn't it better to lick the tenets off
all philosophical thought
as a few kyrptonite bullets
drain their load?
Surrounded by rising waves of desire
The point is quite simple:
I'm a hankering for a palatable theorem
that can be swallowed joyously:
so c'mon buddy -
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