Part ii

Philosophers Song

And if the blasted bourgeoisie
Don't take themselves so solemnly
Or give a damn about the good
Of your Utopian brotherhood,
They take the gifts God gave to tease
Those with ideologies.
So dope your mind with talk or booze
Or crawl away somewhere to snooze—
Try enjoying what you're got.
And stopping your bitching Mr. Vogt;
For when you have pursued and caught
Every lovely noble thought
Scanned and rhymed each stubborn line,
Knelt at each [unclear: were] thinker's shrine,
You'll find all ideologies
Reduced to booze and shapely knees.