Prodigy

Don’t ask me who taught me
I don’t got on protégé
I am past the apprenticeship
Can’t you see am a prodigy
I sit silent and put in ink
Words you thought but couldn’t tell
I hear you quote me as you speak
And I don’t even ask what the hell
And if you thought I was too quiet
Check the volume on these scripts
Words tongue in cheek spread in ink
Too loud you cover your ears as you read
Writs like ciphers so stratified and abstruse
You say it’s in double – Dutch
Too bad you misunderstand me
Maybe am too josphatized
I lace stories of stoics
But you say they are too sardonic
You couldn’t decode the paradoxes
You said they are too prosaic
I don’t mind you judging me by what I write
Though I’d rather you judge what I write
When I stew in silence don’t ask me
What’s in my mind
Read it when I write.