Another kind of mystic

You’re an egghead ,a nerd and a freak
I’m a brainbox,unfeminine ,a geek.
So we cannot get wed
Then ramble to bed
Our offspring  face an outlook too bleak

They may go to the other extreme
Smoke pot and have marvellous dreams
Let’s say we’re autistic
Or another kind of mystic
Avoid cocktails and not shout nor scream.

I suppose feeling and taste  we may lack
As we prefer numbers to  be painted in black
And  fearful  infinity,
The uncountable  divinity.
Is an 8 lying down on its back

Russell said maths had no sense
Though its priests may be over-intense
Cold as the Arctic
I read it,I  marked it
Then I sceamed, Oh, Satan get thee hence