Intellectual Narcissism
Put down the book
Rainbow hues
Narcissistic views
Certain of your own superiority
Ergo, all others certain inferiority
You ponder the meaning of life
As it passes you by, unnoticed, rife
You believe you look at all sides
Instead, viewing each clip on rising tides
Of egotistical intellectualism
Filtered via blind surrealism
You dismiss me as less intelligent
Thus, all I say or believe is irrelevant
Just because I have not an advanced degree
I must be lost, adrift in an ignorant sea
Blinded to reality by your own learning
All other opinions continually spurning
Your degree is but a piece of paper
May as well burn over a candle taper
Hallowed halls of higher learning
Do not teach you of common sense or yearning
Understanding chemical bonds and biology
Does not invest one with a proper theology
Persons are more than biology and elements
We are not just laboratory experiments
Each of us has our own views
Each shining in our own unique hues
We all have our needs, wants, dreams
Each of us is a unique universe of themes
You are not the epicenter of every bell tone
But only the center of your own
Understand there are as many universes out there
As there are creatures to perceive a when, a why, a where
I feel sorry for your inability to understand the truth
From every single creature something to learn forsooth
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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This is the ultimate truth! I feel that education nowadays is useless! It doesn't prepare us for the real world or to survive. Like you said, it's just a paper!