There is something odd when deemed essential,
To know “Being and Time” is quite consequential,
When “Fear and Trembling” is a definite requisite,
To understand that faith and logic are quite the opposite,
When Nietzsche is the norm, I am wont to say,
That Kierkegaard and Heidegger may wish to pray,
If I embrace Nietzsche’s form of existentialism,
I am asked to abandon my God and Catholicism,
I am at a loss to deeply understand,
‘Being-in-the-world’ or ‘ready-at-hand’,
Yet I attempt to wrap . . . my mind around,
The weird . . . no! occult, philosophies found,
In books with odd titles, sections and phrases too,
With awkward writing, strange thoughts, not a few,
Husserl suggested that we parenthesize,
Heidegger insisted we consider our demise,
He was also the master of the hyphenatic,
While some say Nietzsche was quite syphilitic,
The great Ponty-ficator discusses mechanisms of our body,
While Sartre’s ‘sex’ is read by boys in the potty,
For us Bourgeoisie to understand why we are here,
Isn’t it simply to evolve above fear?
Simply weird or mad, of which I am not quite sure,
They continue the attempt to find a human cure,
To gain understanding of the “other” at all cost?
To help those souls who appear to be lost?
To carry on with our lives are we asking too much?
To critique self-centered writings, sophism and such?