A Few Of Us

Each one of us thinks greatness has without much open razzmatazz been resident within our minds. So when we sit on our behinds sheer brilliance leaves like morning dew and paints the world a gentle blue. So, question not, accept that we dwell always in the gallery. Like paintings in the homes of Czars or vintage wines in noble bars our genius, given right at birth makes us the talents of this earth. Needless to say I do not speak of the majority who seek their admiration from their peers while wallowing in morbid fears. And give to me a generous budget trust me. It's poetry. I'll judge it.