Moustache

I sat in front of the mirror, gazing
At the view which I found quite amazing
For the first time ever, I had grown
A moustache of my very own

I walked along the city lanes
Swelling with pride, oblivious to pain
Oblivious also to the rude stares
Of bratty children and old women’s glares

It was quite plain why they so ogled
My moustache was pretty, so their mind boggled
The moustache in the evening wind thus flowed
That on the inside my heart glowed

I had never felt such happiness before
If a man has a moustache he needs no more
Such thoughts had I as I gave it a twirl
A pity then, that I was a girl.

Master, Thine Help I Need

Master to thee I submit myself again

To give me your wisdom, relieve me of my pain

I live in a foreign city, the people are strange

And try as I might, this fact does not change

We are too different, them and I

In different realms we exist, but together we die

I tried my best, master, I really did

I tried my weirdest habits from them to keep hid

I tried to be civil and a "normal" man

I tried being nice, mingled with the clan

But one moment of honesty, the one time I stumbled

Down all my months of hard work tumbled

They pushed me with their questions to tell them my thought

But when they heard it, they lay there, distraught

I saw them realize it, before my own eyes

I was never, nor will ever be, "One of the guys"

I promise I tried master, I did not push them hard

I kept a certain distance lest them I leave scarred

I suppressed every impulse I had

I passed off as a man only half mad

But it was bound to happen, my efforts were futile

I possessed not either craft or guile

As it is said by the Christian priests

I spoke once today, now I must forever hold my peace

One Nietzschean line was all it took to sway

A whole group of "friends" forever away

I am left now with a choice, one I can ill afford

To give up my friends, or to give up my God

I cannot give God up, so my friends must go

The solution to my problems, Nietzsche will know

I turn back to him again as I did in the beginning

His world I enter desolate but I always leave grinning

He champions my thinking, as his and mine are one

I cannot halt now what he had bravely begun

I must push on, harder than ever and faster
But for that I need your help, Master.