I jumped through school hoops
better than all but two of my peers
and was happy to keep my mouth shut.
At college I outplayed most of my mates,
simply by following the directions, and
typing up the words that were wanted.
It was early success for a slow learner
unable to figure out the important stuff
until her life was at least half over.
How does one know the difference
between self-preservation and self-effacement?
Distrusting appearances seems like a good place to start,
but where does one travel from there?
When foolishness is wisdom,
weakness is strength,
and suffering is good for you,
is recognition of humility pride?
Parables, commentaries, and critical analyses turn me in circles
—and leave me in a heap with my tongue hanging out.