This type you know — so self-assured,
Enjoying nature’s gifts conferred —
Who of themselves they quite assume
The smartest one in all the room.
They smirk and in their self-conceit
They deign us lesser folks to greet.
We may be oafs and dullards, dense,
With scarcely intellect or sense
But odd — if you’re the one so smart,
With IQ cresting off the chart,
Then why have you not noticed, too —
In silence, we all laugh at you?