Editor’s Note: If you are tagged, you have found yourself one of 30 founding members of the Institute for the Advancement of Stupid Genius.  Your intellect has surpassed merely intelligent consideration and entered the arena known as “stupid genius”.  Please note that I have a number of friends that deserve this honor, but you just happened to be the 30 members of the club that I could remember to tag off of the top.

i am
a mensa
mumbling
poet person
i represent
a rowdy pack
that won’t
stand
for the fact
that scrabble
now has the
audacious
intention
to allow
proper nouns

we shall
henceforth
commence
to continue
playing by
the old
rules
we are
always subject
to our own
rules
we alien
entities
whom
illegally
phone home
these jewels
and won’t
suffer
to fixate
even a fourth
our mental
faculty
upon fools

we are stupid genius

madmen
masterminds
mischief
makers
misfits
from our
coyote
thinking caps
to the
very tips
our anansi
fingers

we are broken english

for brevity
is the better
part
of an idea
best expressed
we capture
concepts that
creep behind
enemy lines
and pass them
back as
prisoners
of war
in the
passionate
throws
of poesy
debating
the merits
of poiesis
in the
focused folds
of our poetry
piss on plato’s
republic
we refuse
to park our art
in public places
for the sake
of social
governance

we are of prodigious substance

such
that sound
bites seem
sorely
insufficient
to redeem
this
genius
theme music
is a simple
salute
to my
secret
society of
stumbled over
stupid genius.