Codes and Coconuts

I don't know me...no one ever asked who really knows me either.
Am I so drenched in compliments that I fuss at the lack of myself in goofy pictures?
Self wanting self, so plainly vain, desperately plain.
Waiting for hoards, chewing the complacent scenery.

I ask about a mystery, and I am big...I am smart...I am no secret to the learners.

Book learners, Tome fed bangers...philosophy majors...

Scrawled symbolic mess, symbionic test...Coughing up another person's best.

Coconuts and Calculus, I push my head between my knees...

Dumb.