Intelligent
I am intelligent
I use my brain at times when
I need to get myself out of the hole I'm in
for opening my mouth without a care for what is within
it's an impediment to you see
to be intelligent like me
I yearn to be profound instead always dumbing down
I like to think I'm a mine of information
and the source of inspiration for my peers
I get so sick of the endless explanation
that I don't think I've been understood in years
Without embellishment
a life can be so dreary
meaningless and a boring
casting pearls before the swine
I'd tell you what I mean but I haven't got the time
but like to sit down and hold a conversation
full of depth and revelation from the start
but you can bet there'd be no imagination
and my empathy just simply falls apart
so I experiment
with those illegal tinctures
that turn the mind to jelly and annihilate the brain
I am becoming such an expert
I may never think again
I like to speak freely avoiding misconception
of my personal perception of it all
but now and so stoned and awash with medication
that I doubt if I could even speak at all
if you're intelligent
just keep it deep inside you
and shout and swear and fight while watching football in the rain
don't give the buggers reason
to suspect you're not insane
".....We'll slide, glide, ride, hide, 'til the tide of the sea turns you into me,
and we'll skim and we'll spin to the world's farthest rim, 'til the fog on the dew turns me into you!"