and then came Adam's Abel, not long to be.
Sophia Loren crazed Don Quixote --
I swooned, too, such beauty! such peyote!
II.
Lou Andreas-Salome' drove him nuts,
Russian emigre', mind of Minerva,
an IQ up around the bend -- and guts?
Nietzsche longed to wed and bed and serve her
brilliance! Christ, the things Fritz would hear her say
on long walks through black woods -- philology,
psychoanalysis, Christians, Paul Ree --
he proposed. No! she said, not dodgy.
It's said that Salome' had Nietzsche's head
on a platter, the only She he'd woo;
he danced to her tunes, Dionysian red,
and handed her Apollo's ass whip, too.
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