The Land Of The Up-Theres

"The secret history of the world is a rude gesture in the face of the know-it-alls who make up our intellectual elite, the control freaks who would decide what is acceptable for us all to think and believe "  
      -Preface of The Secret History of The World by Jonathan Black

I ponder about the land of the up

While playing with my coffee cup,

All those doctors and nurses

So far up their own asses,

Even the check out staff think I’m inferior

because of my shy and quiet exterior.

They might ask me what I do

I say “Physics and maths too”

And all of a sudden they turn I am one of them now

“Oh well you must be smart, Wow!”

How do those subjects make me intelligent?

What makes them think I care for their acknowledgement

They look down because we are not they

But I would rather be seen as someone with nothing to say

Or at least nothing worth while hearing

Than be someone who’s vision is disappearing

Blind to what is before them

So worthy or not they condemn

Or worse ignore what they don’t want to believe.

I can’t work out if they’re ignorant or naive,

Maybe it’s my fault for looking in the undergrowth,

Seeing the darker places causes a deep loath.  

For those who would consider equality immoral

and that capitalism causes less quarrel,

Well I very much agree

The down-theres can’t afford the key

While the up-theres swagger around

and the think-they’re-up-theres continue to astound

They think they are so amazing

Getting payed for patronizing

I suppose I don’t see what makes them tick

How can they act like that and not make them self sick?

I wonder if I am alone in thinking this...

I guess I should shut up and go back to staring into the abyss.