Wordsworth-less

Words words words words words words

I am surrounded by words 

That conveys meaning profound to all

They exhibit their appreciation of the words

By bobbing their enthusiastic heads up and down

By tilting their heads to the left 

And in some cases to the right

Thus easing the passage of the words 

Into their intelligent heads

Their eyes glued to the screen

Watching every movement of the utterer

For they can't stand the thought

Of missing even a syllable

Fortunate enough to emanate from 

The speaker's divine lips

The words, in some cases, 

Find their way to books and notepads

In the belief that the written words will be of useful

In establishing their mettle in the increasingly cynical world

And in the midst of such intelligence

Sits I

Writing another set of words

Attempting to make a point 

That is as hazy as the sight of a myopic

For a few moments, the words let out 

Some of the boredom that I feel inside

I wonder how I ended up here.

In midst of the this intelligent crowd

I started off in a world lying between intelligence and dull

And then something happened

I did something that made me seem intelligent

Soon I found myself amidst intelligence

Today, I realize my folly

I don't belong here 

I have to escape from this sewer of words and intelligence

How how how how how how how how?