Actuality vs. Philosophy without Armpits
How troubling that some strangers from our past
Are still alive. They keep on grasping throats
And minds like zombies. Souls like them have gassed
Us in a concentration camp. Their quotes
Pollute, more toxic than sly stench from graves.
That Nazi Plato still commands respect
Enough to have a following of slaves
Who think the old is good and should infect
Our hearts today. He looms, the very first
Of homophobes. He hated men who love
(Except for loving dry Ideals). He cursed
Them since they put reality above
His ghost-like iceberg principles. His prim
Thoughts mattered more than hard sex in a gym.
