I remember in Low School

when they snickered

and still they snicker

sweating under blue collars that we wish

were nooses.

 

The academic, the dancer,

the artist

making others feel

different – for a change – and the reacttion

FEAR

evolution,

basic,

stupid

stupid

stupid 

FEAR.

 

They tried to eat before being eaten

but the meal was too large for

small minds.

 

Now they face this

the unexplainable omnipotent

the rise of the nerds and artists and educated class

and the smarter ones know who

will become the master and who eats out of hands

but where does that leave you?

or me?

 

Or anybody that isn't a stereoptypical fake persona I created that you believed and got angry or loved and could not stomach or smugly stomached too easily.

And where does that leave us?