I'm not saddened to describe: you never mattered to me much. You were the beautiful ones on the schoolyard Who were quick with a punch, Who were fast to point a flincher out for ridicule and derision, Who could operate athletic equipment with all precision, Who held no superstition about doing unto others. Therefore I just avoided you. Jackets in school colors Weren't difficult to spot you in. Don't associate — solved. In fact, in retrospect, you barely bothered me at all. So I bear you no ill will, our eternal rivalry notwithstanding. You were always the IBM; I was always the Tandy. Any nerd who couldn't accept the social order was a cur. Other nerds would ostracize him. Yet all agreed: we knew for sure That US > YOU, despite appearance. Look at now: demand for nerds. Old jocks: stock on clearance. Scratch potbellies and weep about the elbow and the wife. I guess I am a little saddened to describe you But I'm going to be all right. It's cool. I'm not going blame you for saddening me.