Ode To The All-Knowing, Smarter People Poem by Trade Martin

You seem to have all the answers…,
But all I hear are empty, low-level words…,

And you’re not capable of putting them into action…,
You criticize other’s thoughts without sensible ideas….,

Curse and call people names….,
Say others are stupid when they don’t agree with you…,

And you’re not even very good at what you do….,
But tell me, what do you do….? ? ?

Of course we realize that you just happen to be….,
Born intelligent…., sharp…., more astute….,

Up on the subject…., extremely gifted….,
More compassionate…., have more experience….,

And are a much clearer thinker than the next guy….,

You spout all the solutions….,
Other views are always twisted or wrong….,

You always know the better way to go…,
In high office is where you belong….,

But all your work…., and deep thought….,
Seems like a too-familiar song….,

It’s all so trite…,
That no one wants to even consider it anymore….,

Case closed…, goodbye…., so long….! ! !