Question by pancho: Can you give me some advice on my Philosophy poem?
This is my take on an aspect of our modern reality not anticipated by the neo-existential philosophers of the post-war era. I call it

“Foamy Hand Soap”

Foamyness Foamyness
On my hand,
A fact not discussed by that Ayn Rand
Foamyness Foamyness
What does it mean?
My hands once were dirty
But now they are clean!

Thank you.

Best answer:

Answer by Carl J
Atlas Shrugged? Perhaps because he’d seen the foam of life spent on others’ hands?

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