There are the special that walk among us
the unordinary, the deep thinkers
the ones we call genius with one breath
and crazy with the next
we give them praise with the right hand
and stab them with the left
you can never fully understand a genius
without being a genius yourself
so we must destroy them
the game show watchers of the world
the nine to fivers
the coupon cutters
the coffee cake people
these are the average
the ones who make all the noise about nothing
for it is the average that seeks only average
everything they do is average
their love is average
their heart is average
their forgiveness is average
but there is a genius in there average
not being able to validate
anything other than themselves
they will try and destroy you
for their own shortcomings
they will judge you
by their own inadequacies
and then they will despise you
love won't help them
kindness will not help them
compassion will not
and in the end, they will hate you
and their hatred will be fierce
it will be so fierce
it will be enough to kill you
kill anyone
it will be perfect
like a rose like a cloud
like a raindrop
like the sharp blade on a guillotine
total perfection
their masterpiece
the genius of the average.
- Ken Riccio original poems ©
