Angered he wasn't sacrificing himself Like they did For their "almighty dollar"
Angered at his sense of humor His calmness And his emptiness Oh how it bothered them
So they set out To whisper in front of him To mock his name And what he stood for
It pleased them Because they could never be Like him
Every time He watched Below them Humble
Yet seated high above Their program
Not participating Not trying or
And what have the doctorates learned Their huge papers Their pride And arrogance
I've learned from them How foolish And prideful Human beings can be
Degrade me Debase me Call me stupid Or ignorant
All your intelligence And all your pride And all your wisdom
Won't save you From a certain death
And when the system collapses It won't matter How much money you have
A doctorate starves to death Just like a homeless ***
And any food I have I won't give to you I'll watch as you starve
All your wisdom And arrogance
You thought you were so Much better Because you had more book knowledge
There are people smarter than you People smarter than me
So what So what
I have no sympathy For you When you starve to death
When terrible times come
A poem to help me get rid of some anger I had toward a very mean and disrespectful woman. I would offer her food in reality, even though she was a real obnoxious cow today.