In His Youth his Mother and Father had to Hire a Top-notch Courtesan to Teach Him about Loving Women since He was Obsessed with Other Stuff
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Long, long ago the ancient Greeks could not
Recall the scream of Alexander while
He conquered Crenides because that clot
Of evil had not happened yet. That vile
Mass slaughterer had not been born. The birth
Of democratic power in Athens had
Appeared. This vile Macedonian, worth
Perhaps two drachmas, had burst out, as bad
As evil ever bangs in sci-fi flicks.
No decent man like Pericles could think
Of wickedness this color of the Styx
As in this Greek-ish thug’s gore and guts stink.
The Greeks, says Nietzsche, loved the raunch of gore
But Alexander was death’s pampered whore.
~ Phillip Whidden