The Nietzsche Course Poem by Mason Maestro

Your majesty, Lord your honor.
The crown is prepared to show
The defendant here seated before you
Was found campaigning against all moral standing
Calling good and evil as quoted a ‘calamitous error’
This will not do.
Call him to the bench!

This Friedrich Nietzsche blasphemes
to your face, Lord your honor
If you'd let me have my say
I would convict him my own way
On the Genealogy of Morals
A polemic work of laurels
The daft twits of Leipzig
Offer evidence before the court
Exhibited as incontrovertible

The Case of Wagner
And a value for Revaluation of all values
The jury will retire
Force of one refiners’ fire
To one – someone deserving
As one – one so disconcerting –
The full penalty of law
Any less would be the fault of God

The way he made himself suffer
His philosophical buffer
Still a savior cannot afford
Fills me with the urging to disgorge
A Lou Salome and a mental breakdown
The fitting preface to your judgment
We sentence you to be exposed to His piety
Vaporize before His divine eyes