Note: Next post will have limericks, I promise. I am writing poems of late, I do want to get back to pure limericks. :-)
I can't sit beside a person
Because he's too dumb
Our group will lose it's status
And we'll all be plumb.
The disease of mediocrity will spread
And the fire will engulf us all
Our marks that are signed in red
Will be much lower this fall.
The prestige of intelligence, will fade away fast
I help this guy once, and my IQ won't last.
Everybody not with us, is a crank, creep, or freak
Everyone hot... is us, it's our group others seek.
If I don't agree with the mass
My opinion ain't worth a dime
If it doesn't chime, it's crass.
If I go outside the group
And make friends with others
I'm a traitor, bastard, a curse
And I'm involved in a coup.
Let's sing, enjoy, help, study
And not be enveloped
In myth of supiority bloody
One day, it'll be usurped.
Note: I need a better last stanza. Criticisms are welcome, but I do confess the last stanza is baaad. I'll work on improving it, and then I'll remove this note.:-)