The Philosopher Blues

I tussled with a moral theory
For hours and hours till my brain was weary

Was I right or was I wrong
Thinking – thinking – takes so long

But tis the lot of those who philosophize
To look ambiguity in the face and not deal in lies

I knew an answer just had to be there somewhere
But pulling out my hair I can’t see it anywhere

Worse still when I’m sure of conclusion
I realize alas that it’s just an illusion

At last I give it up – I’m mad at Socrates
Whose singular truth has brought me to my knees

I’m the wisest man in Athens said the wily old devil
Since I know just one thing that is truth on the level

And that is I that I know for sure that I know nothing at all
So in a fit of pique, I threw my books against the wall