I’m trying to shake my Malthusian blues
So I vow to Proudhon to the end
I know I Goethe keep my stuff together
So I’m trying not to put Descartes before the horse
It’s Sartre like my Dada used to say
'Kierkegaard gone make a way somehow'
I’m trying not to let them Brecht me down
Although sometimes I Kant see what it all means
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem