Lower Mental Class
My friends call me an imbecile,
but what do they know
They're two steps below
me intellectually
They're idiots ...
most would agree
My girlfriend calls me a moron,
I can't argue with her
when she's giving me tough love
She's two steps above
me intellectually
Most would say she has an average IQ,
but I think she's smarter than she lets on to
I'm gonna move up
from the lower mental class
I'm gonna mix with the higher thinking crowd,
this will make my adopted parents proud
They say my bio parents were geniuses,
and that I'm a savant they insist
And laying dormant somewhere is my true gift
They say my bio parents went mad,
too much knowledge burst their mental bag
That's why I keep my mind quiet
most of the time
Scared of what might happen to me
should my mind start to shine
I got a conundrum ax to grind;
I want to impress that girl of mine,
but I'm afraid of having an emotional decline
So in the meanwhile,
I just give blank expressions and a dull smile
It's okay, sometimes, to be called an imbecile
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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