He thought
of himself
as a Greek God
but women...didn't
...think anything of him.
He was invisible
to them
or if they did think
about him
they thought
of him
as the supreme
Geek God.
Geekness personified
laughing out loud
that he for ever thought he could
chat them up.
Or horrified...that it was they
he attempted to come on to!
They did not fancy
being
a Geek's wet dream.
'I am a nice person! '
'I am a nice person! '
he repeately repeated
to himself
but even his reflection
wasn't connivinced.
Even his shadow
was embarrassed to be seen
walking with him
climbing up the walls
trying to break free.
He thoughtd he was
Sunday's child
but even his mother
lied
he was Wednesday's.
And she was forever sorry
to have given birth
to him
always prefering
her dashing doctor
younger son.
'The geek...
(he repeated
the Freudian slip)
'...shall inherit
the earth! '
But only when
no one else
wants it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem