The Empire of the Ants Strikes Back
Immanuel Kant was a real pissed ant who was very rarely stable
Heidegger Heidegger was a right six-legger who could chew right through
David Hume in an ant-filled room tried to milk an aphid
And Wittgenstein did it fifteen times with a flying ant called David
There’s nothing Neitzche could’t teach about the waving of the legs
Socrates himself laid fifty million eggs
John Stuart Mill of his own free will ate a poisoned sugar cube and
was particularly ill
Plato they say could stick it away, half a rotting tree stump every day
Aristotle Aristotle had a termite in a bottle, Hobbes was fond of his
And Rene Descartes had an ant-like part concealed within his pants.
Yes Socrates himself is particularly missed
A lovely pair of feelers for a myrmecologist!
Brilliant. I haven’t enjoyed a read so thoroughly since Ursula K. Le Guin’s
“The Author of the Acacia Seeds and Although Fred Pohl’s
Other Extracts from the Journal of the Association of Therolinguistics.” “Let the Ants Try” deserves a mention.
Up with the Queen!