The future is friction

As a  professor
I am entitled to take  home
Paper,pens and ink

In very large bags
Or even ten suitcases
To write my thoughts down

Of course, my children
Might  draw on the paper sheets
With one of the pens

Condemn young children?~
Is that an ethical act?
They can’t even  write!

I might write,that’s it
For I am genius
And ingenious.

We must be  prepared
To note inspiration
A good idea

What happens to paper
Is not important to me
I am brilliant

I shine in the dark
The  habits of small people
Are not my  concern

I might be the King
Oh,my Coronation
That is so timely!

I phoned Borneo
On my office phone again
Why not? I need perks.

Australia too?
Well it’s a small world
Don’t bother me now.

You do not need me!
What codswallop is that, then?
I was the future

I missed the plane,ah.
The future is fiction
I am still writing.

I am arrested
For bankrupting  colleges
At Cambridge, good Lord!

If they are stupid
I should be rewarded ,see.
You would not have guessed.

Evil genius
Gets government grants awards
Being good, you fools