One day our emotions will get the best of us,
and intellect will come tumbling
from our lips.
We'll grin sheepishly and say we never meant a thing.
Society doesn't want to know of our alien ideas,
or hear our fancy words.
So stitch your mouth closed,
tie the last thread tight.
And damn the ears that hear
the word we hold in with spite.
They slap the turned cheek and bite the feeding hand
while they feed the mouth that crunches the bone
that makes it so we cannot stand.
Intelligence should have been good enough,
but now stupidity is our only crutch.
Everything we say will go in one ear
and out the other unless we speak at their level
and forget that we once had a conscience.
Our winding words can't make up enough excuses
for why we're not like them.
We pass knowledge off as useless
on the screens we supplied for them
while they watch from their couches.
We'll dumb it down for them
and say we went through the same thing.
But we're withholding sections of the truth.
Let them believe what they want,
we're devoid of feeling.
But they scoff and say smarts never got anybody anywhere.
They'll pick up their expensive phones and call their buddies.
Say that the weather's ripe for croquet
out on their manicured lawns.
They'll switch off their TVs,
and forget that our insights should have made a difference.
As will we, because hell,
smarts never got you anywhere.
