Computer freaks,
Like many other geeks,
As lonely bores by us are often seen.
Their tired, pale faces and gaunt cheeks
Present an image of a miserable has-been.
Be careful ye all to such assumptions make,
For deep beneath their thick eye-glasses,
There lies a spirit that one day will take
Them far above us, teeming working masses.
Let all those superficial ladies go and date
The dumb and sweaty captain of a football team,
For all these geeks aren't dumb enough to trade
Their techno-power for some jock's pipe dream.
When old and fat, and mortgaged to the ears,
The jocks and their wives wake up one day,
The geeks will all be millionaires, and no tears
Will they be shedding for the past that seemed so grey.
Their shares will be traded on stockmarkets.
Investors will just buy and buy and buy.
Oh, yes, the geeks will set the highest targets
Because for them, the limit is the sky.
One day, behind the wheels of ten Rolls Royces,
At a convention will the geeks appear.
All treated like some kings, with many choices
Presented they will be: to steer
This industry and that, and economics
Their faithful slave forever will become.
The geeks will not engage in histryonics,
But confidently beat the drum
Of techno-war upon all those
Who them so long derided in the past.
For their shy ways and shabby clothes,
And shifty eyes that move so fast.
And heere he is, surrounded by glitter!
No longer he evokes your mirth!
Blessed be the Geek, our leader,
Inheriting the future of the Earth!
