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.”