Even though being a nerd
is now accepted and somewhat celebrated
some spit the moniker with venom
decrying what they dont understand.
For when we are overrun by machines
fueled by the avarice of their creators
who reside in cumulonimbae
only one with intimate knowledge
of the loneliness that accompanies
giftedness like a lovesick puppy
will save us all.
The tone will shift into major key
and sing the glories of our ancestors
forever changed by the obelisk
that stands its silent vigil in
the caves where art was born.
For we become obsolete when
our hubris outpaces our gratitude
that magic resides in our minds
just begging for a slight of hand
to reveal itself to a captive audience
whose tickets were bought off scalpers.
So laugh, laugh when you have your time
on the verdant fields of glory and loss
for later I will be your taskmaster.
Building the future of the damned.