The fucked up essay!
...human) has smoothed his wrinkled face, And now, instead of climbing onto a barbed horses To be scared of the souls of horrifying opponents, He frolics lightly in a lady’s room To the sexual pleasing of a penis. But I, that am not born for sportive tricks, Neither am I made to look at a sentimental mirror; I, that am rudely marked (deformed), and want a wife, To parade in front of a beautiful lady; I, that am restricted of this great quantity, Cheated of characteristic by ugly nature, Deformed, undone, born before I was suppose to be (premature) I was put into this living world, insufficient and half-done, And that so lame and out-of-date That dogs bark at me as I stop by them – Why, I, in this weak time of peace, Have no interest to spent time, Unless to look at my shadow in the sunlight And look at mine own ugly and deformed body, And therefore, since I cannot show myself as an enthus...