Dead Clever

Dead Clever

A 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. 

© 2025 Thomas Emile Vaughen


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Thomas Emile Vaughen
Thomas Emile Vaughen

Floating around the north of England, United Kingdom



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Sometimes 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..