I'm trying to shake my Malthusian blues

So I vow to Proudhon to the end

I know I Goethe keep my shit together 

So I’m trying not to put Descartes before the horse

I try not to let them Brecht me down 

It's Sartre like my Dada used to say

Kierkegaard gone make a way somehow

Although sometimes I Kant see what it all means