It's amazing how much ignorance
is displayed in place of ambivalance
but only present with an audience.
Foolish ones who take an unimporant and a very chance
as if to make up for what they lack in their shirt or their pants.

The Brain is nothing but a spoiled Brat
if all it does is buzz like a Gnat
when its thoughts and actions is worth but "Shat."
And they have proven with all their sass
it is the rider--not the donkey--that truly is an ass.

Oh if only there was an Idiocy-slayer,
a 100% dignified genius to be Sapience's savior
to all the blight of those with little behavior
in representing their very silly groups
and showing how low their IQ can stoop.

But how low can an idiot's IQ Fall,
if they never really had any at All?
But no surprise given the Brain so small,
so miniscule to even an insect sight's sense,
that one thought produced is but a high expense.

And in rides the Idiocy-slayer to save the day,
smacking down the morons with idiocy to say
and cutting through the night like a morning ray.
But I do feel sad for the slayer's task not so small,
Since there is no one in the land truly "smart" at all.

An audience is all it takes to produce,
a simple mortal with actions so obtuse.
Then to solve it they should be a recluse!
Then maybe if it's to themselves the idiocy is heard,
and one can truly say that justice has been served.
And so then the idiocy-slayer can shake his head,
having all the idiots put away--not dead,
and off he rides to his home and into bed.
Glad he is to retire and deal with problems only of this own,
instead of slaying potential idiots, the readers and the writer of this
poem.

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Moral of the poem: At some point in our puny mortal lives, we'll be all
idiots in
front of an audience. Just like a monkey throwing their own fecal matter
at a crowd.
And for those of you who don't agree, you'll find that on one fine day
you'll get
beaned by a monkey and not hesitate to throw back that fecal matter with
better
accuracy. And then shall the rest of the monkeys cackle at having been
reponsible
for the de-evolution required to create another crap-chucking monkey.

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Kytira Moonflair, Half Crap-chucker, Half Turd-Ducker, but fully amused

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Miraman, in the year 379 AF.