Socrates Sock Poem by alexander j watt

so this is the story of the Socrates Bible.. he kept it poked into his loincloth, a parcel of leaves, the first leaf being adams. heard you wanted to read it, bleed a bit out of it, your mouth sperting sputum, along with a cracked tooth and bent spleen. Apparently he said to Theaetetus 'look after this when i am dead' and so it was done and written on goatskin and stored in a clay pot through the centuries until today when i found it in my garden, remarkably well preserved, it being so dry out here. And I fortunately being a greek scholar am able to translate it pretty well too.

ninib did bumsex with job
job did bumsex with joshua
joshua did bumsex with david
david did bumsex with parmenedes
parmenedes did bumsex with socrates
socrates did bumsex with theaetetus
theaetetus did bumsex with aristotle
aristotle did bumsex with alexander
alexander did bumsex with bagoas
bagoas did bumsex with darius
darius did bumsex with paul
paul did bumsex with peter
peter did bumsex with caesar
caesar did bumsex with augustine
augustine did bumsex with cassiodorus
cassiodorus did bumsex with hildebrand
hildebrand did bumsex with richelieu
richelieu did bumsex with erasmus
erasmus did bumsex with hobbes
hobbes did bumsex with io
io did bumsex with io

so i took out of my pocket a slightly damp hanky - this is socrates' soggy legacy. well blow me. i held the hand of my brother just as you hold your own p***s. this is the tranquility of space monkeys dressed in leather and floating into empty space. laughable i know but the laugh is just an automatic reaction, it is the thought about reaction which matters in the great scheme of electronics and things happening today tomorrow and after.