Philosophy’s Cave

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Philosophy, the enemy of Keats,

Is like an axe to kill that Eden tree,

The Tree of Life.  The poets, they are cheats,

Spews Plato, while they write a tragedy

Or ode.  So Shakespeare is at best a con

Unlike the criminal called Socrates.

The poets try to make us feel.  They spawn

Emotion (BAD) instead of what mind sees

When thinking like a Fascist, Plato-like.

Poetic eulogies are evil through

And through.  They need a victim vampire spike

Through sonnet hearts.  Yes, that is Plato’s view.

  Now here’s some sound advice.  Go stare at walls

    Of shadows, Plato.  Spit on beauty’s calls.

© Phillip Whidden