One Last Embarrassing Anachronism

From a paddle of oil, Epictetus emerges
"Drink your own blood", he proclaims
And they stopped him for mass pollution

A flash of light animating pipes
Pressures the words to come out of the mouth
Ersatz of facts evoking the heart
Propagates through the world and diffuse the abstract

Cognitive bebop dance
In the Pripyat vaccinodrome
Biberkopf don't you cough in the bubble tea cup
"Selbstverständich!" yells Nietzsche in the megaphone

I point out a conflict of disinterests
We're always abnormal, never original
Don't want to come back home with a hematoma
Got to fill those holes before digging for new chrome

And now this large almanac of lies
Pseudo-sciences quoted like standards
It was my sin, fashioning the shout
Too late to mute, to repent into the source of truth



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Writer(s): Jérôme Saint-sevin
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