THE TYPICAL HE

he is the one who solves linear algebra,
color coded nonsense of the electrical paranoia;
He makes sheets of beauty,
Hoping to make a mark in the history,

The strength of steel caused him pain;
Learns that it is more elastic than the brain,
The factor of safety drove him aloof,
The escapist "Him" found a new queue.

Every race is a battle won,
Hardly a few that stay his own,
Lost in the tranquility of time study;
Every relation is just a mere folly.
Every binary seemed to be crappy coded,
Faded, degraded and obviously hated.

He kept on solving everything,
Because he had a race to win.
His ascent is getting higher.
And now he aspires to be a bigger liar.
The one who earns for the Americans,
Even though his country goes haywire.

Now that he rises higher,
I beg to ask everyone;
Is he the "only one".