Origional Minds

Sitting, quietly, enjoying my coffee, listening.
Listening to the conversation at table next to mine.
so smart they seem. I sense Ego's blow up and deflate.
Party balloons.. Two clowns with helium canisters blowing up party balloons.
I think as they talk, and reflect on the words spoken by these intellectual giants.
These Gods amongst men. Who've read things I have not.
Displayed proudly on their walls at home, are sheets of paper, framed in glass frames.
they use these to justify their enormous debts.
They bask in the afterglow of a mutual exchange of thoughts...
that are not even their own.
Thoughts stolen from origional minds,
Some of which have no sheets of paper, framed in glass frames.
I reflect upon the stench of their arrogance, yet remain silent.
I think to myself, as I take my next sip,
"How fantastic it must feel not to have to think for yourself.
To be able to check out your ideals
and your beliefs from the Library......I envy these men."


JMJ209