Genius or Else

I can either be a genius. Or not. Or a little piece of tape that falls off the wall. They’re going to find me someday. I can either be a genius. Or be a genius. Or be sculpted and sliced. And let it happen again. I can either be a genius. And not really know anything. Maybe we all know someone. A kind of weird person. I can either be a genius. Or else. They told me not to let anything fall. They put too many glasses on the tray. I can either be a genius. Or someone holding a full tray of everything and every thought. I could set them all down. Or scatter! I can either be a genius. Or a hat, a mitten, a shirt, or a pair of shorts. There’s nothing like me. And it happened all on its own.