I remember a kid back in school.
He was very smart and wasn't nobody's fool.
The kid with the big frame glasses.
He never did cut any classes.
He knew every answer to any question you choose.
Always followed every rule.
The one who the other kids called a nerd.
Most of the time he was treated like a turd.
I saw him a few months ago.
Who would have dreamed that he would become a millionaire.
And have plenty of dough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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