I dislike intellectuals, mostly
Because I am not in their gang
But also because I believe they stole
That which I thought belonged to me
Back again
In the domain of intellectuals
Who have once more refused me
Entrance to join their ranks
This time though there is hope
As I walk past several Francis Bacon originals
Also a Giacometti
Whose standing woman appears to lean
Unlike the Healing Man Buddha
Who silently promises
To make well
All in my world and its surroundings
