Sam Broussard
Sam Broussard
Image courtesy of
Daniel Affolter

The Geek


Wish I was ordinary

and had that ordinary look

Wish I was not so contrary

I wish I did things by the book


Of useless knowledge I'm the master

I exude this confidence

of looking like I have the answer

to a question that makes no sense


Maybe I should have short hair

learn to dance and get online

Guys I know are all so clever

they salt their talk with cool punchlines


Wish that I had gone to college

had on my lips one cold hard fact

Instead I find I walk that fine edge

between the obscure and the abstract


My life is colored by

strange lights seen in the sky

and things of which I should not speak

Since these things I hold dear

you'll hear when I come near

uh-oh, here comes the geek


As a child I loved my comics

inward dreams and rocket ships

Now it's mystics, quantum physics

inward dreams and rocket ships


Still I'd like that piece of paper

my future's hanging in suspense

I have this hunger for the center

which I'm for and I'm against


I want that harmony

that rhyming sweet refrain

that everytime is sung the same

Upon that sunlit peak

so aerodyne and sleek

you will hear, "Hi, I'm The Geek."

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