Sunday, March 27, 2016
Walking With Genius
...and other colossal wastes
-I don’t get Math.
-Why always expect me to?
-Well...they do pay us to profess it.
-How could I profess anything? I’d feel
-Uh...moving right along, what is working
on you now?
-I don’t know.
-That late a stage! I’m impressed.
-A month to polish and...
-Will I hafta hear you’re the Genius of the
-Hope not. People come and ask questions.
It’s all so stupid!
-How public! Like a frog! Will they ask why
you’re not wearing socks?
-They stink even before you put them on!
-Uh huh? Your Carly-Ann is obviously at the
same Weekend For Bossy Broads as my
Jensy. She’ll soon announce her presence,
and where the sock drawer is.
-Announce! They’re both Announcers!
-Thank God for it! The quiet is rancid in
-Quiet is gold!
-Yeah, for idiot misers such as you. By the
bye? November? Cold? No jacket?
-Jackets are for forgetting.
-What’s next for you after the inevitable trophy?
-That’s for everyone.
-No, there’s a math to feel around in there.
-Rotza Ruck! Here...as I lean fatly forward and
fetch a rock. Expense of breath! Anyway, premature prize for you!
-I’ll treasure! Put it on my mantel.
-Because of the angle, no one will see it.
-I’ll prop atop one of the whatchacallits.
-Good! Whatchacallits rule! Maybe we should...
partner in this latest nonsense?
-I don’t think so.
-Mother never taught to share?
-Never taught anything.
-No wonder you’re a genius. You’re unlearned!