On Being A Nerd

To forgo
time–stealing,
anti–creative,
social rules.

To exalt
from investigation
and clean creation
by a logical form.

The stain is in life, not thought;
in dreams of sweat, not action.
Age and exclusions accumulate,
collecting cents and civilised grey,

and realisation that complex human interaction
arises from the chaos of survival animal ways.

The “how” remains a mystery, until reason is
discarded, and instincts are accepted,

then we joins society.
The intellect relaxes,

the cash rises.
Until time’s toll

pulls all
apart.