IQ

IQ

A Poem by Maxwell Ryder
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If your IQ is out the roof,
do me a favor and bark
or bleat, because you’re
still just a dog or a sheep,
taking orders like me,
with no bone to chew.
If you are Fido, chances
are you’re a kapo - true;
But the best you’ll ever
have it is sheering ewes.
That’s right, how does
it feel to be only digits,
whether it’s ninety-seven
or one-fifty-three?
You’re stuck in this prison,
counting your vanities,
rocking yourself to sleep.

© 2018 Maxwell Ryder


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Added on May 26, 2018
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