IQ

Words cannot express the slow emptying of hope in my heart
When I see the venom in intellectual discourse
Has anyone ever invented such a run-around
As genius-gladiators proudly waving their pole arms?

They cut with blade and wait not to see the pain in their foe’s eyes
They are cut and do not hesitate to examine their own wounds
To process the mortality of their shallow beliefs
They, nay, WE - slash and bait and smash

Hatred is reserved for those who do not agree with us
And we are ready to defy the second greatest law
Over intellectual property which has been declared worthless
For the fools know it all, and the wise know nothing at all

In other words, we are fools when we grasp for the recognition of our prowess
We are fools when we boast that we understand
Our understanding is merely a drop in the ocean
Our understanding is a piss-covered mirror

And we stare lovingly at ourselves between the amber cracks
We stare lovingly at ourselves between the amber cracks