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If Kierkegaard and Hegel madder thy game
And preeminent transliterates make thee lame
While fabulists and parsings singe and maim
Then World's Smartest Man must be thy name.
If protuberances vacillate to bobble thy aim
And mere ingots of whorls can seize thy dame
And with messianic flogging you never came
Then World's Smartest Man must be thy name.
Hawking whose nadirs are bilged with fame
Can't hold a fissure to thy flagellating flame
And tho bastions of gamines will n'er be the same
The World's Smartest Man is now thy name.
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3 comments:
nice rhyme, wanting me to get another PDA to store your kind of poems to listen to...
Made me think of "The Drunk philosopher song" from Monty Python, although far more accurate and interesting = )
Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
who was very rarely stable.
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
who could think you under the table.
David Hume could out consume
Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel,
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
who was just as sloshed as Schlegel.
There's nothing Nietzsche couldn't teach ya
'bout the raisin' of the wrist.
Socrates himself was permanently pissed.
John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,
after half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.
Plato, they say, could stick it away,
'alf a crate of whiskey every day!
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle,
and Hobbes was fond of his Dram.
And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart:
"I drink, therefore I am."
Yes, Socrates himself is particularly missed;
A lovely little thinker, but a bugger when he's pissed.
-- Monty Python
ha ha ha...this cracked me up totally!!
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