Know-It-All
I smile at the idiocracy
of the notion that you believe
you are all knowing
A fountain of wisdom from
which all of us illiterate
followers must drink from
I pity you because you will never know
how smart you could have been
if wisdom had been allowed to grace
your presence
You hate me
because I refuse to live in your fool’s paradise
But
This is fine with me
My wisdom began when I realized
that you are the father of truths
that only suit your wellbeing.
Copyright © Kimberly Larocca | Year Posted 2011
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