Here is the scholar
Yelling about novels and critics
I say I've read or heard of
     But I never will
Crying over language; he wishes he
Was either stupid or genius

He is smarter than I will ever dream

His accidental denim reflection
Begs the world to see him
As a true artist
As an artist he has spent hours
Days, weeks, months, researching
For the sake of knowing
More than men like me
       Spontaneity saves him from the
       Crushing off-pitch reality he is so
       Scared of. Hiding behind his brain
His literary monologues and witty
Criticism,
            he is so troubled with ***.