Night School
There was this boy
Who got me stoned
And tried
To turn me on to Nietzche
This lesson you’ll enjoy
He said, nihilism you’ll employ
He said
In his sincere attempt to reach me
As I explored
Convoluted words
Upon the page
Teacher won’t you teach me
In confusion I implored
My feeble brain less than restored
If this
Was whale philosophy it would beach me
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