The thing about us English nerds We know the sappy lines The snappy remarks The ones that sting just right Or heal a cut deep in your heart So watch out for us Because you’ll never know Which is which Real or not real Cutting or healing Loving or hating For it’s the actions that count In a day and age where we communicate Through words we see on a screen It’s dangerous for people like you Who listen to those who cannot be seen Because girls who read books Can right you anything you want. And you won’t be able To tell the difference.
You & me in San Francisco grown men playing dress up plus nerds With you on my arms I am immediately separated from the heard The remaining 10% - the jocks only by chance furiously attending They gaze then pass at you curious glares As they aim at me their jealous thousand yards stares Stupefied and suspecting what we have in common to share As you turn heads when you glide gracefully across the exhilarating COMIC CON air; My fellow compatriots classify you as a beautiful figure that does not belong A goddess among men browsing the NEW 52 graphic novel stall As you broadcast your angelic smile while you enjoy this overflowing costumed hall But all eyes are on you – you are the bell of this superhero themed ball; My fellow geeks suffer in silence and in envious disbelief Eventually overcomes as they go through their own stages of denial and grief, Finally admitting this modern day miracle they begin to ponder If they are in a FINAL FANTASY slumber Day dreaming and sleep walking away into the yonder Then they soon realize and dare for themselves to wonder; If I - a geek just like them can accompany the company of a beautiful girl There exists NEW HOPE for them too - that things can take an unexpected turn From the ashes of common misconception and ridiculed rhetoric a DARK KNIGHT has risen Avenging a triumph for all nerds freaks and geeks across the world
After word – thanks for coming to comic con with me, you dressed as the sexiest of Valkyries, since I have always been a soldier and you always been an angel you are undoubtedly my Valkyrie – a soldier s angel.
The common misconception: just because we love comics does not mean we are all losers who live with their mothers in dark basements playing HALO 24/7- more like intellects that choose to go beyond the average and limited imagination.
To all the so called JOCKS who discriminate their fellow man - gentlemen strip clubs and big trucks are all good but sooner or later they tend to lose interest as they present the same thing over and over again offering nothing for the imagination the inner child and intellect in you to share.
I once ordered a crystal radio from my Johnson and Smith catalog NO POWER SOURCE is what it said just the energy of the radio waves themselves leaping off the sharpened spike atop some clandestine tower spreading out in spherical shells stretched so thin by now there couldn't be and yet there was enough electromagnetic "stuff" to agitate the antenna wire enough to tickle the cats-whisker pin which poked the germanium crystal just so and a highly wound spool of baby's hair wire would tune to a station at night with a guy who made puns and talked about nothing through the plug in my ear which trickle of sound transfixed a boy's head to his pillow all night
A big planet filled to the brim with chozo ghosts X parasite hosts and things that want me dead my power suit lost all the beams missiles, energy tanks, space jump, even additional armor is gone I'm all alone on this world to conquer but I don't have time for a bad fur day, I must get onto the impact crater....