Brilliant Fools
If you can reason why we’re here
and know if I should swear
then I can reason underwear
is God or meatball hair.
Everyone’s a genius and a moron anyway
and every moron in his time is bound to have her day,
so long as things like change are found
wherever people say,
“Why did you....blah blah blah blah blah,”
(It’s really all the same).
If 'I don’t know’ is where we go
when we take time to stare -
If 'I don’t know’ is all the glow
minds conjure from the air -
then what is all our knowledge worth
to scramble from despair?
(Rarer yet are times of woe
that find us mocking prayer.)
Anyway, the moral’s been hacked
and so here is the tale!
:)
Enjoy the show, (and then go back
and let the point prevail...)
—
A moron met a genius in the grass
as he passed.
The genius said, 'Hi’.
The moron stopped and turned his head
and asked, ‘Did you say hi?’
“Why, yes I did,” the genius said,
“You ask this question why?”
“I don’t know” the moron spoke.
“Neither do I” replied
the genius. Then the two of them
went back to similar lives.
A lady’s portrait on the wall,
when no one was looking of course,
smiled to see the same in all
Man’s other droppings of discourse.
