The poem of clever people and why they are so annoying.
I am not stupid, I'm not slow
And all these things that I don't know
The stuff they teach us every day
It doesn't matter anyway
All of you may understand
But you all come from clever-land
Where people go to congregate
And talk, discuss the latest rate
Of inflation, or something that's boring too
Well guess what? I don't envy you!
I think it's like some cult, a sect
"The emanators of intellect"
"We work, we learn, we learn, we work!"
You walk around with that superior smirk
On your clever faces, full of graces
The etiquette of all good places
"We are smart and we are witty,"
Is that right? Well, what a pity
That success must now mean nothing to you
After all, it's just what you're used to
Do you laugh at my inferior wit?
'Cause while you're thinking I just sit
And wonder what is going on
By the time I know, well, you'll be gone
Oh yes, you're great, you are the best!
You're clever? Perfect? I'd never have guessed…