Since I did not go to college,
All this universal knowledge
I exhibit is surprising, is it not?
I habitually maae fools
Of the teachers in grade schools,
And my high school math instructor went to pot.
Some rare students I have known
Have confessed in harried tone
They cannot conceive of such engaging brightness;
And professors I have laid
In their own pedantic shade
Cannot comprehend my higher eruditeness.
But, at 40, I’ll confess
What has brought me such success,
And which satisfied my intellectual hunger;
For I owe an awful debt–
One I haven’t paid, as yet–
To a “How To–” book I read when I was younger.
by Ray Romine Saturday, August 25, 1951
