Dark Valentine
Nietzsche wept
While I slept
In my mother’s womb
Now in a tomb
So I can assume
To be able to resume
To subsume
And consume
Until I too enter the
tomb
The philosopher weeps
Because humanity sleeps
An army of creeps
Misfits and dumb-bells
Hell’s belles,
devil-may-cares
Who the hell dares
Amidst the snares
And tares
I climb the stairs
With fewer hairs
On my head
Or in a bed
I’m almost dead
So why should I wed
Gay life instead
Makes my face glow red
Embarrassment,
harassment
I’ll sucker-punch the
sucker
Who tries his lips to
pucker
A silly mother-fucker
And maybe part-time
trucker
Porn in the morn
With flakes of corn
My heart is torn
My love foresworn
In Second Life
I have a wife
Who gives me strife
And kids too
Pee-you
A chance I blew
For Sally and Sue
Who me they blew
Then flew
Memories too few
For me to construe
Or try to undo
With a little brew
My need for weed
Keeps me in seed
To write this screed
About human need
The magic of pot
Does help a lot
To put off the rot
Of this once tiny tot
Who turned to pot
And love besot
Then quickly forgot
She keeps few friends
And mostly ends
Or just pretends
Which really sends
Some studs to suds
But to me it offends
The deal must be real
For this schlemiel
To want to play
And even pay
A gal with heart
Who doesn’t fart
Knows her part
And my motor will start
Let Nietzsche sleep
While I weep
And make a clean sweep
Of love’s oceans deep
Forever to keep
My life a secret
A secret my life
Without a wife
And zero strife
Free-love the rule
That plays the fool
With every tool
And this here mule
This too shall pass
Out someone’s ass
Maybe a pretty lass
Who’ll be the last
Alive on Earth
Devoid of birth
The end of mirth
Just a long slow sorrow
For the lost tomorrow
That will never cum
Out another bum
Rum-tum-tum
I’ll play death’s drum
And even hum
For the vast human sum
Not allowed to come
A death in life
A life in death
Nietzsche wept
And so do I
Horsemen ride by
This moral pig-sty
Of Goebbels’s Big Lie
Religion’s the cause
And humanity should
pause
As it claws
Its way back
From the godly attack
Give this devil his due
For the billions he
slew
In the name of god
And moral rite
Minus insight
The wrong kind of right
That has no sight
A true moral blight
It makes black into
white
Its power we should
fight
And a message to it
send
For it alone is this
end
Apocalyptic
Charles
Stephen Knause
02-14-2018
