Alien

Perched above, way up high,
down below watch the ants go by.
Insects in a world they form,
a society and its norms.
High above, left alone,
can't come down, can't be a clone.
Steel wings could not have flown
down to the ground, to the world of ants,
a society's intricate dance.
High above, cannot move
to the sound of the insect groove.
Their melody is unclear.
Do I dance or do I steer?
Undecided I remain,
high above the insect plain.

Pseudo Intellectual

So very smart, so very clever
can't do anything, can't work ever
Too much time is spent thinking,
the contributions just keep shrinking
Walk around a well-spoken fool,
have no use, a useless tool
Know so much, know so many things,
all this knowing, sadness it brings
This intelligence is inert,
put it on like an ill-fitted shirt
Can't do anything, can't work ever
so very smart, so very clever
Reading books, reading papers and news
read so much, have so many views
Know so much, know so many things,
all this knowing, indecision it brings
This intelligence is inert,
put it on like an ill-fitted shirt
Talking, talking, saying so much,
all this talking is a crutch
Talk in circles, talk in lines,
so much talking is a crime
Can't do anything, can't work ever
so very smart, so very clever.