You look me up and down
You snarl at my existence
You laugh to one of your friends
“Is this guy for real? What a joke.
If your face is your fortune, than this guy is broke.”
I look you up and down
I scoff at your opinion
I laugh in your plastic face
“I sell brains dear; never my looks.
While you hit the surgeon, I hit the books.
Someday I’ll look upon this moment and laugh,
While I hold the whole and you get the half
I want you to know your opinion is shit
And it will hurt you more than you care to admit
That you are the beauty, but I am the brain
And you’ll notice so quickly, your looks were in vain.”