Know It All

Know it all, know it all, always trying to show it all, look at me 1..2..3..don’t you wish you were as smart as me? If you please listen to me, while I express my opinions without reasoning. Again and again I must disagree I am the know it all, don’t you see? I am the expert in everything, google at my finger tips, tap... tap... tap, news bite, news show or listening to the radio. Ohhh no no no you are wrong I am right don’t you see I have infinite sight? Every little conversation becomes a “this one time at band camp”, a correction, a debate, excuse me please my mind is tired, I just want to relax and let my mind deflate. Group outings, a boy’s night out just to have a beer just to chill out, and listen we do, listen with respect, listen to perfection, with no self reflect. We listen in awe to mock expertise, partial fact, partial intelligence conversation trap. Busy buddy in everyone’s business, every little comment, correction, piece of advice is numbing my mind killing me slowly like a dull kitchen knife. Look we all have one or two in our life, it is not that they are not good or not nice, a good heart or even decent advice, but if you engage them to much they will suck your soul, zap your strength fill your mind with thoughts of wonder why did I open my mouth to only hear just how inferior everyone is… oh dear. Unless you are weak and meek or to polite to speak, be prepared to be wrong to be not quite right, and succumb to the will of the oracle’s sight, just Like a puppet on a string forever condemned to the know it all’s whim. Clearly intelligent, clearly smart, clearly over bearing sometimes I need no part. Sorry you are so perfect and sorry I am so wrong, but still I forgive your annoying, and with the wave of my hand, poof I am gone… poetry by Dean