There was a time when I believed,
People were pretending...
To be as stupid as possible.
With evidence to leave that no one could expect...
To detect them to be responsible,
Or held accountable for any thought process...
Whatsoever.
And today?
I'm embarrassed to believe I had been THAT naïve.
People were not pretending at all.
And with that known I do the best I can,
Not to stand or walk too confidently as if...
I can do this with a thought to think at the same time.
'Wassup, bruh? '
Is it the sky?
'I can't go nowhere without some 'dummy' trying to be wise.'
I was just playing.
I'm really more intelligent than that.
'Now you're trying to insult me.'
Seriously.
You've got to believe me.
I am intelligent.
I am.
Please.
Don't look at me like that.
I was playing to be stupid,
Because I thought you were.
'I was told to stay away from people like you.
Now I know why.'
PLEASE DON'T LEAVE.
I'M REALLY NOT STUPID.
I'M NOT.
REALLY I'M NOT!
~Comeon.
I told you these folks around here are nuts.
There's City Hall across the street.
Maybe somebody in there knows,
Where the train station is.~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem