Dead CleverA Poem by Thomas Emile Vaughen
Dead clever.
Chess player, plot layer. Mathematician - deployer of X and Y. Cook, fry. Polyglot - love me some French and German. My tank is Sherman, cause I'm a history buff - Scholarly stud muff-in. Learnt a lot. Still learning. Look at this knowledge, I'm churning. Mulling it in my brain... you'd think I'm insane Where some see mental anguish, pain; I say no pain, no gain. So the dragons which gatekeep the Towers of Babel are slain. And I watch the etymology of words teem down as rain. But if I'm being candid, I don't know what it's worth. When I'm dead and buried, deep in the Earth - you won't study my brain as it's nestled in dirt. And sometimes my binges occur on a Saturday night, with a solitary wine, while the others are out, living their life.
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Added on August 2, 2025 Last Updated on August 2, 2025 AuthorThomas Emile VaughenFloating around the north of England, United KingdomAboutSometimes I make myself a coffee, pop on the internet and write stuff. Read at your *peril*. Can be found on Substack [https://thomasemilevaughen.substack.com] or Bluesky [@cperil.bsky.soci.. more.. |

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