Why I Ain’t a Philosopher

Philosophers be like,

"Do we know anything?
"Do other people exist?
"Is there a Mind and Body?
"Do words have meaning?
"Is there free will?
"Do right and wrong exist?
"Can there be justice?
"Woah, death.
"Is there meaning in life?"

I, a poet, answers all the questions with an emphatic,
"We do,
"Yes,
"Not a real problem,
"Yes,
"Six to one, half the dozen the other,
"Yes,
"Yes,
"I'm pretty enamored by it, too, actually,
"And to love God and others."