Too Clever by Half, Sonnet #11

by Boinkaz
men often weary of being The Man
an eternal cherished friend–not a stud
having an intellect seen as brilliant
means little when no woman will want you
there was this woman who like some women
wanted to be wanted by wild men
she was smarter than all others, but then
formaldehyde blinded men passed her by again.
once a man who faced a cancerous death
realized, as he drew near his final breath
that his intelligence made it all worse
the disintegration more frightening
intelligence is not wisdom x 3
the price we pay is pain of pedigree
Copyright 2015 by Boinkaz

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2 thoughts on “Too Clever by Half, Sonnet #11

  1. Chrissy says:

    wow, incredible piece of work

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