They think life is a breeze
Mastering everything with ease
But everybody is gifted
And you're only to be miffed at.
Some early learners get a star
While the others gaze on from afar
All assume you're a dull pen
And wish that they were them.
Sure you'd rather remember
The pain like everlasting embers?
To feel the screaming of society
When you just want to be free.
Wouldn't you rather stick
To your friends nice and thick?
Rather than realize in the end
That statistics are not your friend.
People leave yet still you remain.
Ever searching. Still waiting.
Collecting facts. Learning things.
Waiting for what days will bring.
It doesn't matter if you're kind.
They only see part of your mind.
But you're never enough.
Never the right math stuff.
But you keep questing.
While the world keeps festering.
And you just want a home.
Like you had so long ago.
Oh, yes.
Let's worship intelligence.
Let's praise our good math boys.
Let's praise our bright language girls.
And the rest are jokes.
Ready to be hurled.
So would you like to know
Amidst everything you do
Not a single one of society
Is rooting for spongey you?
YOU ARE READING
Cacti & Paper Airplanes
PoetryDeep collection of prickly sweet poems and songs. Topics range from friendship and exploring the life of inanimate objects to murder, greed, and death. Darker tone emerges later in the collection. Cheers!
