Un scripted

A compact class poem that turns comparison and intellect into a lonely ruleset no one really wins.

The poem presents intelligence as a social problem rather than a personal asset. Dealing with those smarter than you is easy; the harder task — implied but not completed in the visible text — involves those you perceive as less intelligent. The poem's real subject is the loneliness of comparison itself.

The title 'Un scripted' suggests these are thoughts that were not supposed to become poems — social calculations that normally stay private. Their exposure on the page gives them the uncomfortable quality of overhead confession.