by Ryan Nardi
Herr Nietzsche's words are like a peach:
prima facie unappealing to eat.
But, upon first bite, the nectar sweet
does bite two, three, four, five entreat.
The prickly, fuzzy skin disguises
what delicacy behind it resides.
And, after one makes such fruit his meal,
he is left with a pit in which a tree is concealed.
Posted on 09/18/2009
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