A Nerd Answers Back

They call us names
Yet envy our fame
“Nerds,Nutters and bookworms”
Yet come to us, at time of exams
Begging for our notes
Learning by rote
These nincompoops,these morons
Can’t tell apart,butter and boron
These plum-headed apes
Complain of sour grapes
When we beat their score
Beseeching teachers for more
And then crib of partiality
A product of their rotten brain-mentality

They think themselves to be cool
Poor dimwitted,deluded fools
Their only claim to fame
Parties and booze
The grey cells of their feather brains
Rust and decay from disuse
Their neural circuits blow their fuse
At the slightest of load
Their IQs akin to that of a toad

Lower and lower,they stoop and sink
During exams,they nudge and wink
Expecting us to let them steal
What we acquired through labour and zeal
The priceless wisdom and knowledge
Which They they earlier refused to acknowledge

These freeloaders,these parasites
Take sadistic delight
If, by some fluke
They are able to puke
The answers they had crammed
Or outscore us by some fraud or sham
But the day is not afar
When they shall be humbled in the war
In their rightful place,be put
When we stampede them underfoot
The clarion has sounded the war-shout
Let the semester results come out.