Men are feeble beasts, weak,
these with the limp worm
hanging small between thighs,
more weak the harder they
hit their fist against the face
of the world, crumbling
themselves with each strike;
they think they are fighting
with courage and bravado
as they break apart and fall.
28.04.2024
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