A genius, he calls himself,
The one to call when alarm blares
Despite it having no reason to.
He's capable, but he never cares.
Somehow, he's got a family,
Two children and a lovely wife,
Who gave the children the bad genes.
Stupidity, in his eyes, is a reason for a strife.
To the spark of cleverness
That seems to control his mind:
Though you're greatly admired by all,
You're alone, one of a kind.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
