The Mensa Complex
The normal person sits in the audience,
Genius on stage.
I like to call this the mensa complex,
Church on a Sunday.
I sit in the audience and praise God,
The minister chooses his disciples well.
They retire into the distance,
Behind the scenes they carry out the blessings of the Lord.
The teacher chosen to teach again,
Disguised and camouflaged out of respect for the past and present.
To analyze the purpose of living in this contemporary age,
A mensa society highly intelligent and gifted.
University beckons and only,
The chosen can answer the call.
copyrighted Gwen Schutz
Copyright © Gwen Von Erlach Schutz | Year Posted 2007
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