Philosophers Lacking Reason
When Kierkegaard was down-at-heel
And felt that things just were not real
Then he, for once, knew how I feel:
Hegel was too systematic
For his brain was adiabatic
Just like mine, though less emphatic
Nietzsche, in his hour of need,
Took comic books and mustard-seed
(a plan to which I soon agreed)
Bertrand Russell, sick at heart,
When Wittgenstein tore him apart
Saw deepest red and tore apart
Old Socrates lived in a tub
Apart, apart from priest and pub
He liked to eat a lot of grub
Empedocles was oft asleep
And gnawed by sundry servile sheep
Knew Love was good and Strife was deep
Yet, when these seven met, in Hell
They found that Kant was there as well
The source of that Infernal smell
| Contributors: | Roland, P, fester, The Agent Apsley. |
| Poem finished: | 17th March 2000. |