Tue 11:00 PM

intellectual decay
starting out struggling, most genius never sees the light of day
the clutches of poverty breed self hate
as for survivors…
to stand out from the rest is a bitter fate
a novelty item to be used, scolded, and discarded
those that break; Suicide takes as its dearly departed
it’s a pleasant addiction to loose yourself in material wealth
self worth is a trophy on a well dusted shelf, and enlightenment for sale in aisle twelve
strangely enough, everyone is a slave forced to participate
the devil’s reincarnate is the toil for money and success
regarding the value of the two, i couldn’t care less
not worthy its weight for my self-respect
so i play along, pay my dues, and avoid this mess
intellectual survivors know how to pretend
as a well kept secret lost among the rest