looking_up_to_look_down Dafremen Looking Up To Look Down by R. Dafremen Oh the way you look at me Down at me, you sneer at me Given the choice you choose to be My enemy, or so YOU see Deriding me, so snide to me Presumptuously chiding me Contemptuously riding me You've labelled me and seem to be Convinced that you've disabled me Disarmed the threat, but you can bet Your smug barrage ain't over yet. So I'll tell you of a smile I smile And sing to you your song Just stare into your ego's eyes And show you where you're wrong Look past your childish taunting To the fear they try to hide To the weaker you inside Hidden deep behind the pride Straight to the child who's spent his life In some safe sheltered nest Who excelled in academia Was suckled at its breast Was taught in safety to be bold To see what isn't there: That what you see is what you get And what you dont, who cares? That being brilliant makes you strong That clothes can make the man That what you have been taught Is all you need to understand That those who have prestige and wealth Are those who'll win the game Now some-odd years inside the womb Here are your claims to shame: Judgmental and vain While fearful and weak For pompousness can be a shield to the meek To the scared and uncertain who've lived their whole lives In their wombs and cocoons In the arms of their wives In the arms of "the norm." Those who've learned all they know In the eye of the storm Where but gentle winds blow You and fellow sheep scorn As around you the rest Brave the worst of the storm Put ourselves to the test Here the brain's just a tool The sharp wit, but a thing That's the death of a fool Or a talent we bring Not to taunt or belittle To add to the mix With the strong and artistic The wise and the quick Here the leaders among us Are simple to find Mixing strength with compassion They're firm and yet kind. So we step from the storm And walk into the eye Ignoring the scorn Of the sheep we pass by For we see in their weakness The past of our own The strength that we've gained From what sheep haven't known This experience leaves us With little to say To the judgements sheep pass in their naivete See we've come to expect Snobbish looks in their eyes All the titters and smirks? A transparent disguise. It's how sheep find their shelter The safety they seek Thinking arrogant airs Hide the fact that they're weak But the weak in the world Are quite easy to spot By the sheep in their souls And the sneers that they've got. - - 011026 ... farmfish the artful roger does it again. nice work. 011026 ... Dafremen Curtsy. (I couldn't stay away folx...this is just too damned much fun.) Let them ban me and ban me again.... I wish peace with thee oh great blather_gods...hear my cries!! 011026 ... mourningstars we'll get you my pretty, and your little dog_boots too so what was it, your ISP kicked you or NDN blocked you? (they let that timmy guy go off with all of his racist bullshit - so that doesn't make sense...) weird, man, like crazy, even and it's "GRAND, high", jerky, the double adjective to make a nice sarcastic superlative meanwhile the night is young and i've got stuff to do 011027 ... Dafremen Apparently none of it on THIS grand high blather.(flame war!) 011027 what's it to you? who go blather from