Genius

You refute aesthetic dress
 Wearing carefully selected rags and dregs
 And shut out the crowd
 Who needs them anyhow
 Because you know you're the open minded one
 A genius, well perhaps to some
 Never scared or intimidated
 Just like to stay up in your own creation
 Where it's safe and pure from all that's distasteful
 In a sure and righteous castle
 The truth, yeah, that's your staple
 How's it coming the latest title?
 Words, words, yes I love them
 Most especially from my own pen
 Opine, opine
 Me, my, mine
 Don't let the dark mask across my eyes
 Fool you this is no disguise
 An all seeing mind
 Must float upon high
 Where it's safe and pure from all that's distasteful
 Way up there in your castle
 Bang, bang, there goes the staple
 How's it coming your latest title?
 How's it coming the latest title?