Kevin Schaller

Genius is seen as a disease;
dreaded like the sting of bees,
by those whose attitude is snooty,
by those who cannot see its beauty.
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You touch your head
and feel the chillness,
you think you're dead
and fear the illness.
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Decided to exclude myself,
to stay away from all the people
that mistake writing at my shelf
for being a total creeple.
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I sit there and write,
never realize it's night.
Gazing at my clock
would cause a mental block.
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It's the predatory stare
that causes the scare,
the reflection in the eye,
in which you see yourself die.
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I had this urge
to take this purge,
I mixed it into water,
then served it to my daughter.
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