Fuck you Plato, insufferable cunt!
Still, we suffer the wounds,
And rattles of your winding chain.
As you cowardly submerged,
Crawling from out of that cave.
You sat in contempt,
Upon your golden throne,
Where from you mock our daily lives.
Are we to blame?
Us fettered plebs, playing,
Your covert shadow game.
I beg you, remind,
Fool blinded by the brightest light,
From a one distant star.
You forget this infinite room,
Casting shadows on wherever we are.