Either Intellectually Deficient Or Inefficient

Eyes see moments of our birth As little helpless babies with no neck to support our big heads Which push society around as they grow in girth When we fuss and kick mom’s in beds Where once further physical development occurs Eyes see us learning to crawl In tandem with fate that seldom errs As our fantasy indulges in a brawl With siblings as eyes see us mumbling a syllable here, another syllable there All the while driving our moms nuts When we suckle colostrum and milk from breasts with an air Of undiminished ubris as moms become butts Of the unfunny jokes we crack With unabashed joy, thinking the world a happy Venue where blues in overdose we pack To make family members unhappy When from school moms cry Despairing that we can’t construct a simple sentence in correct English At the same time as in Arithmetic we try Harder our sums and triangle perimeter calculations on time to finish Prompting moms to wonder if their superior genes Live in our mediocre intelligence quotient Whose needles and pins Portray a number of us either as intellectually deficient or inefficient.