I’m not saddened to describe: you never mattered to me much.
You were the beautiful ones on the schoolyard
who were quick with a punch,
who were fast to point a flincher out for ridicule and derision,
who could operate athletic equipment with all precision,
who held no superstition about doing unto others.
Therefore I just avoided you. Jackets in school colors
weren’t difficult to spot you in. Don’t associate — solved.
In fact, in retrospect, you barely bothered me at all.
So I bear you no ill will, our eternal rivalry notwithstanding.
You were always the IBM; I was always the Tandy.
Any nerd who couldn’t accept the social order was a cur.
Other nerds would ostracize him. Yet all agreed: we knew for sure
that US > YOU, despite appearance.
Look at now: demand for nerds. Old jocks: stock on clearance.
Scratch potbellies and weep about the elbow and the wife.
I guess I am a little saddened to describe you
but I’m going to be all right.
I’m not going blame you for saddening me.
"I'm sitting by myself in the springs, Colorado
Well, not alone, with my shadow, I battle
Thoughts from the cattle so I dig in my saddle
Deflect the mess with my Atari paddle
Control the flow, these bits is second nature
Paper what I make by pushin' data
Thank the maker blow out like a circuit breaker
Check my facebook man, I'll see you later."