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?