Chet The Educated Idiot

Chet wore his plaid pants up to his pencil protector People ran from the cafeteria when they saw him He was an incessant talker Never let anyone else speak We have all been cornered by him His prattle is boring; scientific crap Stuff none of us care about Quantum physics, montum shizzicks, We don’t even believe in whatever it is We are from the Midwest in a town of two thousand He may be my cousin, but I am the first to say Clear out of the way, I have to get out of here He is an educated idiot Spewing facts right and left Over our heads they go, bouncing round the walls flicking into the furniture like bullets No one is interested! We back up as he edges into our personal space He has no boundaries, it is all about him and it is annoying to those of us who have a life.