The cultural pyramid

Culture is a pyramid of acrobats,
standing on each other's shoulders.

I am happy with Ouija today,
Firstly,
it is an excuse for quoting other people's ideas in my head,
And secondly,
You are an even worse poet than me.

The only one who can be worse than you is you.
The acrobats at the bottom of the pyramid have almost been crushed.
There are mostly ancient Greeks there
They died long ago anyway.
And no one remembers their names
To pin the authorship to a stupid thought.
It has become obsolete a thousand years ago,
But we will repeat this thought again.
And we will not think to think for ourselves,
After all, everything has already been thought and written.

And I have never heard a more stupid song in my life.

How can you stand on someone's shoulders,
If you have not diluted your wine with water?
But the pyramid of culture is not for us.
Let the gladiators perform this acrobatics of standing on the shoulders for us.

Dear patrician, you were drinking vinegar, not wine.
You scooped from the wrong amphora.
Amphora – a narrow neck?
What are you saying?
Eat fresh grapes and an olive, I’d rather dance for you.
Ancient Greek dance samba.

Do you have a philosophical thought
About the difference between fresh grapes and wine?
Bring a cart drawn by ten oxen,
we need to drag this load to the very top of the cultural pyramid.
This is a very weighty thought.
Of course, we’ll drive over heads.
We’ll also need a triumphal arch and a laurel branch.

Triumph should always be at the top of the cultural pyramid.
The author of the idea was trampled, but he is walled up in the foundation at the very bottom.
Do not doubt this is the truth, because it is an axiom.
This author of the original quote was trampled too.
No, while he was still alive, on the forum,
this ancient Roman was too drunk
and this is not the thought he wanted to say initially.

Mister Whiskey, where are we anyway?
Greece? Rome?
This pyramid of cultural thought already looks like a mountain of corpses.
And there are even too many claimants to the ownerless cultural heritage.
A lucky chance, dear patrician,
we are absolutely not cultured and we do not need to climb it.
Mount Olympus is still higher.
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Ouija, the traditional question: what the hell!?
Your frustrations already have an obscene appearance.
No, I see everything,
because I have never confused vinegar with wine.
Are orgies appropriate for the situation?

Are the servants of learned men prescribed to drink only diluted bourbon?
So that they could gracefully carry snacks?
While the men of ancient thought ponder a couple of three eternal postulates?
For the foundation of a cultural pyramid?
Thinkers will not stand on each other's shoulders without it.
Are geishas sold as geishas from infancy and taught to please?

Well, that's enough.
What other geishas?
Let me tell you an immortal philosophical thought:
Vinegar intoxicates more than wine, so you shouldn't drink it.
The hell with it.

Just stand still down there, I might fall.

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Thank you Google translator, you wrote something very interesting.