Alcibiades:
My being gay confines me to this hell?
You say I have done wrong, I may as well,
Show death as true to from, it could be worse
From anything that would so reimburse
The image given God you so explore.
Socrate:
Rich pickings are a vastly made depiction,
To cherished thought from any said affliction,
The soul is non-complex and unexplained
To feel the way, no other love conceives,
As being formed caresses this maintained
Then God obliged and to this day believes.
Alcibiades:
(thinks)
I changed for him not once denounced it sin
Our pose with nothing on with pleasant ease,
That once we start, should it evolve again
Then Socrates your mindful wish to tease
Would relish it’s exactness to this scale.
A would-be tease philanderer hold a man
In wild esteem remember he were male
Yet treat him like he would another woman,
With vigour, soul destroying manly wholes'.
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