Your intellectuality burns me
Turns me off
Puts a distance between
…I have heard of the inferiority
Complex, just what she can muster
Harbinger and buster of angst unclaimed
Shame they say is thrust by our
Childs abused muse; in your cloisters
Did you play that game too
Show off to the weak and the lonely
Take advantage but miss the feed of you
Snapshots, crackpots, simply a simple few
Hey I say
Back to where you once belonged
If, in your image of reality it still exists
Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle