Hangian suspended the Edison light bulb from the basement ceiling
Angry he had to live underground, deep down in a garden apartment
Nervous about his life, his ex-wife, the divorce, the past was hard enough
Gentlemen don't eat quiche but Hangian loved it, a dish he bought in bulk
Oven from the freezer every night after work alone with books at home
Nothing better to do than read his life away, no kids, no pets, no love
Terrified of a dream deferred like a light bulb exposed, it could explode
Or implode in his head, he was a drummer once but that was long ago
Awake in bed he smoked cigarettes, drank coffee and read philosophy
Drowning in apathy, Hangian read Nietzsche, Hegel, Kant and Fichte
Reading about spirit, the structures of the mind, and double negation
Each book he read made him realize that his life was a file in a drawer
Amongst thousands of files in a cellar basement with cockroaches and flies
Maybe one day he writes a book on how moral theory undermined truth
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