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The problem in Kant is the one in you, You like logic, so you dichotomize, You confuse your own bent with what is true, All turns into dualism in your eyes. He was wrong about that, and you are, too, Please consider the master and the slave, Out of their dualism, liberty grew, Without synthesis there's only the grave. Chide me if you will for imprecision, Chide me if you will for my Prussian pride, But don't sacrifice truth for concision, Don't confuse your logic with his'try's tide. There's a talk on me in New York tonight? Please help the Americans see the light.

Strangling a baby is a weak man's deed, Please feel free to challenge me to a duel, Your poems show a cuckservative's need     to submit yourself to your master's rule. Sing instead of overcoming the weak       in yourself and in your philosophy, Rejoice in your own fate, though it be bleak, Rise above Kant's guilty theosophy. For Nazis I make no apology, My Jewish problem is opposite theirs, Nietzsche-Nazi is false homology, They live in caves, I climb heavenly stairs. Ponder if you will why I am so wise, Don't stare at the ground, look up to the skies.      

Aren't Hume, Weber, and I all conservative, With people to our left we see as wrong,  Is our guillotine a preservative, Of what is 'gainst Marx's radical song? Can critical theory emancipate? Only formally, like Kant's, I would say, Preachers should confess their normative state, But why care about labels anyway? Would I slay a preacher who won't confess? No.  Would I strangle Karl Marx in the crib? No.  But I'd say it's legit to answer yes, For Nietzsche, too.  We all come from Cain's rib. Is my guillotine ideology? Yes and no.  It's also psychology.

Believe in God, certainly.  I do. But do not confuse your faith with reason, Tell a lie to the murderer.  I might well, too. But know truth is never moral treason. 1) Should our human timber be crooked? 2) Should universality e'er rule? If you've read my work, you likely took it, To say 1 NO 2 YES.  Was I the fool? Thanks for liking my version of critique, I have my own version of your self doubt, Was my striving against bias unique? I'd say not, there's much in me to call out. We're torn between pure and practical realms, We have two captains manning diff'rent helms.

My answers to the three questions you ask: 1) Feel, you dope! 2) Feeling's where it's at! 3) Show what you Feel, don't wear a dumb MASK! IF YOU CAN'T DO THAT, SHUT UP, EAT YOUR HAT! I ALWAYS FEEL A SPARK OF CONNECTION, It's good or bad, either way I feel it, I'm nat'ral, you're unnat'ral selection, Get a Life, from Me you'll never Steal it! I'm SOUL, you're a Stiff, your way is way Old, AI will replace Prof skills very soon, You Profs are whim'pring Dogs, you should be bold, THEY WON'T REPLACE ME, NOT IN A BLUE MOON! You think you're more moral than Me. I DON'T THINK I'M MORE MORAL THAN YOU! That's why I am. Just admit it!  It's True.  

If I were to you what he was to me, I would not approve of the life I'd led, Charm justifies only to a degree, Drunk crashes aren't excused by a quick head. If I were to you what I am to me, Would you approve of the life I've led, From the weight of my job I can't be free, Because of me innocent men are dead. I dream that you will not be he or me, That we practiced war so you will know peace, That you will be happy, diligent, free, That from life's suff'ring there will be surcease. I believe in Jesus, in Buddha, too. My dreams if they live will live best in you.