I am not very smart.
I pass for high I.Q. but

the machinations of finer things befuddle me.

I cannot tell where they stop or start.

I do not appreciate jazz.

I borrow code that I know works

and quell the beast that I know lurks-

staring

waiting for me to sbow a piece of tender flesh.

Unable to explain black holes, grasp differential equations,

or be conversant in military history-

I play a good game, but stay puzzled

a lot.