Cakes Got a Beef
When a student is on the verge
of surpassing the teacher,
there always comes a flashpoint of conflict
Giving way to superior intellect
is a difficult thing to concede
The elder acquiescing to the younger
is a most vexing deed
Thus was the case with the Baby
and her mentor, Miss Queen Eleanor
Her parents didn’t call her Baby,
they called her Infant Eyes ...
because she was so young to be so wise
But, Miss Eleanor called her Cakes,
because she was the baby of the Queen’s Mensa brood:
A smart, brainiac crew
that reeked havoc on all educational protocols,
old and new
And their leader was Cakes —
the alpha that stirred this cerebral beta stew
But when Cakes started to spread her mental wings,
she got into a major beef with the Queen
Cakes theorized a mathematical shortcut
through the temporal flux algorithm prime;
espousing a new law of quantum thermodynamics,
that would allow humans to transverse space in half the time
The Queen knew she was cornered into a checkmate,
and in the final analysis Cakes would win
But she fought long and hard, skin for skin
Making sure the new theory would hold up,
withstand all challenges in the end
Thereby forcing Cakes to acknowledge her as a worthy adversary
and mentor
Now Cakes, like all great pioneers before —
once creatively unbound,
are intellectually free to explore
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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