Spice cake, coffee, and philosophy

You're reading a good book
When you can eat it with spice cake
And neither the book nor the cake is ruined

I would like to inform you that
Philosophy is ruining my spice cake
The blue-gold taste of a summer day
Is suddenly sickly sweet
Proofs, fallacies and algorithms
Sticking to the roof of my mouth
Battery acid of life and death questions

For the first month I was in your class
I called it metaphysics, mortality and mind
It is "morality" not mortality
But my mind clings to that first fallacy

Philosophy may be enlightening
Or burdening or buzzing
But as weighty questions stand
I prefer enlightenment with spice cake

And Philosophy was made for coffee