Juvenile Superiority Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

If you had been born superior.
With a mind.
And felt that in your heart.
Kept to feel and believe.
Why is it you find it a necessity,
To stoop to such lows,
With an upturned nose.
Hoping for me and others will see,
Just how you display your being superior...
In the most juvenile,
Immature and disrespectful ways...
I would not accept from a child.
But prepared to expect yet not tolerate.
If assigned to be their substitute teacher.
And you?
You claim to be better than homemade butter.
Who messed up your mind like that.
It may be whipped up.
To prove more sour is the cream,
Only a few may use to mask the taste...
Of baked potatoes.
You feel me? !