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They laugh at me because I do not bathe,
cackling at my tattered robe
The Athenians are quick to judge
and smother themselves in gossip
They cannot stand my repulsive breath
Yes! I love to munch on raw onions,
but when you dwell deep enough,
my words are sweeter than honey
Undeterred, through the Agora,
carrying a lantern, under the blazing sun,
squinting hard as I look ahead
I’m searching for an honest man
I saw a child at the fountain
lapping water from his palms
and I hurled my drinking bowl away
in disgust,
smashing it into worthless pieces
When I place my hands out to beg,
the refined citizens spit at my face!
And like a fisherman, kissed by the sea,
I also need to get wet, to earn my keep
I have been sold into slavery
And live in a terracotta tub,
with no possessions to my name
I am the master of all men,
I have embarrassed Plato many a time
Interrupting his lectures, debunking his fraud
He fears the very mention of my name
He says I live like a stray dog
But I do not bite my enemies, only my friends!
Diogenes of Sinope
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