Playing with Himself and the Piano
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Infernal Recurrence, more like. That Big
Mind locked itself up in the bedroom of
His hosts. A mad philosophical pig,
He banged the keys all hours. In lieu of love
He wanked himself, religiously. The god
He worshipped, Dionysus, prompted rites
Involving hands and penis, not so odd
Except the ritual evenings and nights
Were thirty centuries out of sync with prance
Of long gone devotees. A doctor for
Insanity arrived. The crazy’s dance
Redoubled. “Pas malade!” the Big Mind swore.
The chancred brain acknowledged no one. Blight
The syph brought. Nietzsche was buried in white.
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