Poetietzsche

Sin of self-love possesses all their muscles

and all their minds, and all their tiny souls

They prance and dance, speedo sprouts from Brussels

sideglancing my nonsurfing butt. Assholes. 

They think no biceps bigger is than theirs

No sixpack more squarejawed or sixpacky

As they wave their surfboards and sunbleached hairs

to a chorus of girlfriends and lackeys

But when father time teams up with the sea

And salty windgusts have beaten and chopped

Their vain self-love will be quite contrary

The surftanned antiques' self-love will be stopped.

It's me, nonsurfer, the girls will adore

Touching my skin, soft, as theirs was before.

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