With a fool’s tongue
I sharpen my words.
Lying in wait
To emphasize wit.
A dispenser of knowledge.
Clever lines with banter.
An emerald gleam in diamond eyes.
Talent frittered away for greed.
Cunning smiles seduce innocence-
Temptation for flawless beauty.
But perfection is not daring,
Not bold, but boring.
This is not intelligence.
It’s a popularity contest.
The prize awarded to only
Those with clear social acceptability.
I don’t want to play this part:
The lead in this cast of cruelty.
Assign a new role
Or let me go home.