Philosophical poem a.
A high degree of Heidegger
A cacophony of Kafka
And a symphony of Sartre
Is a very wretched Art.
And Nietzsche fills the niche
Before the preacher starts to preach
And Keirkegaard
Will close the door
Before you start.
And everybody from Camus
To Mercuse knows it’s true
That the search for truth is queasy
And beyond (it[’]s [over]due).
But if you want to but preserve your health
Know that you deserve yourself
And then you’ll find that they
Don’t have a clue
(When it comes to you.)
dm.A.A.
A high degree of Heidegger
A cacophony of Kafka
And a symphony of Sartre
Is a very wretched Art.
And Nietzsche fills the niche
Before the preacher starts to preach
And Keirkegaard
Will close the door
Before you start.
And everybody from Camus
To Mercuse knows it’s true
That the search for truth is queasy
And beyond (it[’]s [over]due).
But if you want to but preserve your health
Know that you deserve yourself
And then you’ll find that they
Don’t have a clue
(When it comes to you.)
dm.A.A.
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