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philosophy is just words
by Charlie Morganwhile rodin was busy thinking
and buber was hugging a tree,
most of us were like print
in the paper, lined up waiting
for the period, the ender.
sartre winks at wiggenstein
suggesting with his look
that perhaps this would be the day.
as good a day as any to commit suicide.
each give a shoulder-shrugging why-not?
both tell the barkeep, waving him over,
'put it on desCartes tab' and adds
'let him think about it as he pays.' 04/01/2008 Posted on 04/01/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 04/01/08 at 05:17 PM What a rich little philosphical reversal... and it all comes down a toast. I love the "ender" and all the "words" in it. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 04/05/08 at 10:57 AM and Hunter S. Thompson doing his gonzo in the corner booth... Brilliant! |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 04/08/08 at 06:11 PM Don't know whether to laugh or cry! BRAVO! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/11/08 at 12:08 AM
clinchers everywhere
everywhere
everywhere
I am glued! |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/23/08 at 08:28 PM you're such a smartiepants! |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/06/09 at 03:05 PM Your pieces are always so insightful. Loved this one! Good write |
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