Just Your Average Genius
Please,
There is no need
To massage my feet.
Because you believe,
I am among the 'elite'
I'm not one to flaunt my brilliance.
Or seek to shine,
Brighter than stars.
Or glow in darkness...
To prove that candlelight,
Is a lame flame in my sight!
I am just your average genius.
That's all!
Nothing special to attract awe.
Or expect anyone to carry smelling salts,
To regain consciousness in my presence.
That's not me!
Just a simple kneeling,
And the kissing of my ring is sufficient.
'But Your Highness...
I thought you said,
You wanted to arrive incognito? '
Am I wearing the blue royal robe.
Adorned with jewels and ermine?
Am I?
Answer me!
'No Your Majesty.
No, you are not! '
That's why I decided to dress in rags.
And be done with all of the formalities.
But the kneeling and the kissing of the ring,
Gives me goosebumps.
THAT I am not about to give up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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