Author's Notes:
Hey guys, switching it up a little here. Two things: poetry and Sherlock Holmes BBC!
Anyways, I recently discovered Sherlock Holmes about three weeks ago and am completely obsessed. This is just some fun poetry I thought up. It can either be from Sherlock's view or even Moriaty's...whichever floats your boat. I wasn't thinking of anyone in particular when I wrote it. Just feeling a bit horrified of the stupidity that arrests our world. So yes...hope you like them!
Brilliance grows tired,
Fatigued, dull, and bored.
Life becomes a dread,
All the fun has been explored.
When an idle mind is resting,
Danger is fast approaching,
For what can be more exciting,
Than the winner's call of boasting.
Boredom is a gamer,
It throws the ball to pitch,
But when the hit comes swinging at you,
Losing can be such a bitch.
My mind is numb to your insult,
Your face is all I need,
To master the talent of false pretenses,
I need your stupidity to proceed.
Dimwitted couldn't describe you,
Darling, you're much the same,
To insult would be insulting,
Your stupidity couldn't touch my name.
When you stop to think for a moment,
If you could manage, this I doubt,
Then you could gather your functions,
And perhaps, close your gaping mouth.
I'm brilliant, that is no surprise,
If it surprises you, then fine,
You were never one to string along sentences,
Let alone process what you can't define.
A loss at a fight is indifference,
A loss at a game, much the same,
A loss at talent, 'tis surely maddening,
But losing to me, would be a shame.