Capable Of Poem by Gary Diamond

I'm sticking around only to see what I'm capable of.
I'm walking with my hands over my forehead to block out
That brutishly bright sun.

It's not to say I hate all and everything
It's just what I've tasted so far
Has been mostly
Bitter.

It's a good laugh when you can freely laugh at yourself.
When you can look in the mirror
And simultaneously love and hate what you see.

If I am set to be nothing.
If the overpopulation of the globe contributes to
My continuing anonymity
And worse
My continuing mediocrity
Despite having skills of many kinds
And a keen, able mind
Then I'd wish I was one of the
Two pence morons
I laugh at even as they laugh at me.

You see, it's a pain
To so accurately understand so many
Peoples and things
And yet
See them in return
Understand nothing at all.

Why was I called a genius?
Why was I goaded into thinking
I could change even a small part of this world?
Trust me
I'm very lazy
And if others of note
Hadn't told me this
I wouldn't be bothered.

I'm bothered because
It was mentioned at all.
Some people should keep
Their mouths
Firmly shut.

There's plenty I don't like
But I'm smart enough to keep
My mouth shut
And pour it like petrol onto bark
And enjoy losing the pain.

I'm sticking around this ugly mess to see what I am capable of.
To have nearly died because of other's carelessness
To have barely offended anyone intentionally.