CONFESSIONS OF A NERD PART #3 He was the type that wouldnt get the girl, Honestly don’t really know about now. Not that he didnt have the ‘know how’ But like Reggie “Free birds” he was different somehow. He took the form of simplest beings and just being, And that being, by just being, He was far from the being the fresh prince of Bel-Air. He was bottom or almost never on the invited to the party list, As many defined him uncool, needless to say the least, I mean, the only bases this guy knew, were those in math. He was not blessed with height that make NBA scouts sight, But this little macro protein was no desolation ‘the hobbit’, Cause u didnt have to be tall to see his name on the notice board. He was there in the ace of the class. Aka Ba Chargy! Mistaken by most as being anti-social, Misunderstood as he spook only if need be. Prudent ever more steady not frivolously, Therefore, he detached facade, attached reality spontaneously. And his world shrank to a tiny few, as if the discovery of a new specie, NERD! But like every Human being he longed for that dose, That drug that gets you to a place (puff, puff) more than weed high That’s if given right, if I may clarify. Thus to this fair maiden, a wonder in God’s creation, He felt this unfamiliar force of attraction, I mean, I wouldnt blame him, she was quiet a force to reckon. Big eyes in them orbits, sunrise, with a spark like a thousand suns, With a cute little nose that understood geometrical symmetry, Curved on her face was a vermilion border strawberry lips, That was filled with a goodness that would burst to slightest disturbance. When boys saw her curved anatomy geographic fig-a**, He chose to be the man, seeing past pass past the obvious, Visualizing, the woman in her, phenomenal with strides of virtue, class! She wasnt perfect, human!, but still he wanted her to be his perfect imperfection.. Hence, using Newton’s law of gravitational attraction, with his constant as love, Physics! Understanding that the shortest distance in between him and her is a straight line, Math! Having the knowledge that he was the limiting reagent in this reaction, Chemistry! And palpitations he felt were her, Biology! She was indeed the scientific etiological sweet pathogenesis of his LOVE. So “To be or not to be!” now that was the question. He was going to stop at nothing Cause at that moment, he had felt the Shakespearean sensation. Hence by playing perfect gentleman with no ounce of hesitation, He manned up and asked her the question. Alas! I say hey oh, alas! To his dismay the world was different in his eyes, For this to most may come as no surprise, For it is said, “it’s a pity, for those we love don’t reciprocate.” ‘Worthless’ was all she made him realize. She had struck him with a Reality coldly direct, Hypothermic! rendering him esteem compromise. Now the verge of a break down and a quaky stance, As this drug, this energy, this force… Has the capacity to shatter worlds into inexistence. He watched her leave as she gave him no chance, With him who Mary j Bilge dedicated the song “Mr. Wrong”. Another antique unique stuck up his “Gallery” Mario… Shackled for he could only do as much, His mother told him not to be moved by such. “Why try to be part, when you were born to be apart.” This to him she would lovingly say. anonb.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 20:34:26 +0000