AN EDUCATED MIND
Paper Mache, I see words
Ink on paper, thoughts buried in wood
I’m literate; I should be able to read this
Yes, the thoughts of another must hold so much meaning
My life should be better right?
After all I can see words and make meaning of them
I should be better than the man that cannot spell
I should have opinions where he is clueless
I should be able to think logically where he cannot
So i go outside my front porch, with my shoulders held high
A drink on my left hand, and the morning paper on my right
Then I pretend to read words that I do not care about
Just in an effort to stare at the ley man
Yes, I called him ley, he’s the animal, and I’m the zoo-keeper
While he goes about trying to earn his worth, I sit back and watch him like I’m ‘Speilberg ‘
He’s is mindless behavior, mine is the mindful characteristic of an educated man
After all I thought of coming here to jest at the poor urchin?
I conjured that up, now tell me why I shouldn’t be proud of myself?
It’s one of the many privileges being learned affords me
The way I look at her through the window,
While she hawks her wares, and tries to make a living
I see her as a person lesser than I, yes, I’m way much higher up
Yes my learned mind does not care that she probably has a family of five depending on her ‘plantain’
My learned mind cannot devise the economics needed to help her, though my bank says I can
Like that boy that works at the barbers shop that I never tip,
After all it isn’t my fault he isn’t in School; he deserves to beg all his life
I am Zeus, he’s a mere mortal
The chances some dream about, others are given on a platter of gold
My proud pompous mind will never understand a fact this simple
Is a mind that thinks itself superior really superior?