Those realms where genius ponders math and myth,
are distant from the queasy mental sty
where you sit fevered, counting fingers with
a vengeance, ( and their limited supply
soon undermines solution's likelihood. )
The sub-atomic dance, the speed of light,
The quantum physics Einstein understood,
glint hints of concepts many times more bright.
The witless blur that passes as your life
has been a quest for badge and pedigree.
Behind your metered smile, you hide a knife
for those whose gifts outshine your school degree.
You cloak yourself, with murmurs from the crowd,
boldly hissing and whispering out-loud.