badgered into taking an IQ test
by one of these highly intelligent
inescapable IQ popups
highly evolved too
(as indicated by its accompanying
bright lights
or a cartoon of Einstein);
goaded and mocked by these
inviting delectable IQ tests
I finally took one
and ticked and clicked and moused my way through
and the results were plain and clear for all to see:
Program Terminated;
Don’t call us;
We’ll call you…
ah, since then I live in shame
(keeping this private and hidden
as much a secret as my inability
to offer to my bed-companion an erection)
and will carry this shame to my grave
that is, I shall carry these shames to my grave