May I, Plato, stuck in mourning
You’ll be the philosopher,
I’ll be the beauty queen,
May I, Socrates, as you chose principles
Over politics, I’ll be the prolétaire,
You’ll be the questionnaire, but may I
Interest you in the unexamined life?
You’ll be the buyer, I’ll be the dealer and
For now, let us keep the pharmakon
Perfectly free, let’s keep our minds
To ourselves, and let’s exchange something
Concrete, for once. You’ll be mad –
You’ll be right to the tee -, I’ll have
The garden gnome.
Frédéric Benqué 