On Kantbot

A man of wit did Kant engage,
He wished to parry with his age,
He wished return but not to gladden,
But rather the cocksure to sadden.

Certain teutons quoth with glee,
And literary references he,
Did drop upon the sodden heads,
Of those who only tweets had read.

He trolled the left, he trolled the right,
He trolled most everything in sight,
His content many keks provided,
As those around him he derided.

Philosophic ideas aesthetic,
Expounded he with means memetic,
But though he never once forsook 'em,
Twasn't clear how seriously he took 'em.

And in the end, to what effect,
Did all his japes and gamboling direct?
Was wisdom in his readers grown?
Were seeds of future greatness sown?

No, all his knowledge erudite;
His followers; his wit; in spite,
Of all of that, when all is done,
He'll live a nullity, and die one.

- R.C. McLendon
Mr. McLendon is a counter-revolutionary in service of The Spiritual Sun. (@SpiritualSun, http://thespiritualsun.wordpress.com )