What if the great Rene Descartes,
Renaissance man of many parts.
for all his fame and coruscation
is nothing but a fine creation
...
I think you think he's in disguise
Running round with Bowie's eyes
A bowie knife and Bauhaus flies,
But maybe he's just frightened.
...
Mary can't catch her death from tornadoes
As she sits on the cage with a swing of her legs
They whisper upstairs for a change in the weather
While young Daddy Bling lights a fire to caress.
...
Romeo Jaxx had a friend for a fool
So he never thought 'baby's in love'.
...
Paris-based Anglo-Irish writer.)
Cogito Ergo Sum Confusion
What if the great Rene Descartes,
Renaissance man of many parts.
for all his fame and coruscation
is nothing but a fine creation
of my own imagination?
Philosophically disabused,
I think therefore I am
confused.