I am sitting in a restaurant
In the city of contemplation
Dinning philosophy and psychology
With just a bit of analysis.
I am going to order some poetry
For dessert.
I look at every one.
Some are making a pig of themselves
With positivism,
Others are scarfing out a whole load of behaviorism.
They are gulping down Watson and Skinner.
At the corner, some are avidly having phenomenology with
Isomorphism.
Down across the hall,
Some are mixing Zeigarnick effect
With Horney's basic anxiety.
What a combination!

 

Oh, I see the waitress carrying a tray
Full of slip of tongues,
Tropism,
Positive transference.
She freely associates with every one.

She is wearing Leibnitz's limen of Consciousness,
You can see her monadology
From behind her skirt.
The way she walks can not change your perceptual constancies.
The guy on the other side is salting his
Phi phenomenon.
I hear the lady on the left side:
"Waitress, may I have some
Titchener's structuralism?
"Of course. How would you like that Ma'am?
"Medium with stimulus error"!
"Are you sure? It is not good for your health."
"Don't care a pin". I'm gonna have a blast."
I over hear them and I am flummoxed.

 

Oh, I see the sign, Today's special:
Determinism with reductionism.
A lady is striking a match.
She is puffing out I.A. Richard's tenor.
She is wearing a lipstick of reference-symbol-referent.
Yet you could see Kenneth Burke's abstraction in her countenance
When she smiles.

She is sitting in the smoking isle
Of systematic experimental introspection.
On a big table over there, there are ten men and women ordering collective unconscious
with archetypes of anima and animus on the sides.
They are all wearing suits of personas!
They are going to have personal unconscious for the starter.

 

Oh, I am parched with thirst.
I need to refill my glass.
I've had Wundt, Piaget, Freud, And Erickson.
I am chewing on Kant's transcendence.
"Waitress. Is there some pure water of cognition",
-I'm afraid. We're out of it.
Oh. I am parched with thirst.

I need some fresh air.