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Immanuel Kanye: A Philosophical Sketchye

Puerile mash-up of Kanye West lyrics with Immanuel Kant's essay on Perpetual Peace

Immanuel Kanye


A Philosophical Sketchye


Satirical inscription on a Dutch innkeeper’s sign

You might think you’ve peeped the scene—

a burial ground

was made up centuries ago

painted mankind

twisted fictions

who dream this sweet dream

well, gather ‘round children

for us

fantasized ’bout this back in Chicago

wishes to try

How you say broke in Spanish?

Me no hablo

practical

‘You ain’t got no fuckin Yeezy in your Serato?’

assumes the position looking down

Look like a fat booty Celine Dion

empty threaten proceed

The plan was to drink until the pain over

causula salvatoria

desires malevolent

Don’t make me pull the toys


1.

No question if I want it, I need it

Tacitly reserved for a future war

I will never ever let you live this down,

down

attach dubious pleonasm

Not for nothing

making future peace dug out

and eventually answers to the call of Autumn

of dusty documents

tantrums

and by acute sleuthing

at the airport they check through my bag

too exhausted to make a

random

reservation mentalis

and a new fitted, and some job opportunities

an artifice worthy of the casuistry of a Jesuit

They done stole your dreams

the glory of the state:

continual aggrandizement by any means

I won’t be satisfied ‘til all get it


2.

Inheritance, Exchange, Purchase or Donation

I’m living in the 21st century

not a piece of property

no one man

a society of men

we ain’t got nothing to lose, motherfucker

dispose the state itself

this white man world, we the ones chosen

Is a trunk with its own roots

Well, that’s a pretty bad way to start a conversation

like a graft to destroy?

Who you going home with?

A moral person Everyone knows

I was drinking earlier, now I’m

manipulated at pleasure

I’m letting everything go

used and also used up


3.

Armies in time be totally

Extra bright, I want y’all to see this

readiness to compete with each other

until it’s Vegas everywhere, we are

more oppressive than a short war

Something wrong, I hold my head.

relieve this burden

we met at Borders

pay to kill or be killed

Cop lights, flashlights, spotlights, Strobe lights,

using them as tools

every night

in the hand of another

credit card declined

foreign treasure

Did I not mention

alliances, perhaps the most dependable

K, okay

learning to make an early

all the way

this time.


4.

Debts contracted external friction

Seeking aid above suspicion

Shores unfruitful

opposing machine grows beyond sight

a dangerous money power

the stimulus inclination inborn in nature

innocent

openly allying themselves.

‘bove all the night, I beat.

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