Charles Hice Poet Prose Poetry

Fabel Eight

FABEL EIGHT 
FABEL EIGHT 
 
Ignorance is Bliss 
 
CharlaX Fables 
 
People argue they agree among themselves on stupidity to be the ruler of them 
all it was so laughable not even rude at all just stupid and appalled. To the 
purists among mye readers this is written in the winter not the fall the words do 
tremble at the writer's test the writers want. Ignorance is bliss. Listen gentle 
reader to this twist. 

A man was near me on the bus a largesse man with a WINTER hat and GLOVES 
upon his head now wait please stop of course eye meant the hat was on his 
head the gloves were somewhere else. The joggers went near the bus the bus 
was honking at a car they moved in tandem to the music each one was listening 
to something different eye suppose. They went to JOG upon the road. As these 
people moved on past the man was heard to say “it is way too early in the day for 
joggers in the way”. The women near to me they numbered three they all began 
to say and to agree among themselves the joggers are out there in the dark. Now 
here is where the ignorance does come. Eye began to speak and so of course 
they then had to disagree with the mee. Eye began to say a profound thing “it is 
way too cold for them to be jogging like that”. “Oh no” they said, as if eye was a 
monster as if they had it planned “there is no cold the cold does not exist we 
meant its dark the dark had hold of them and they should not be jogging in the 
dark like this but cold oh no it's not too cold” they all pitched in and left me 
thinking that the eye was in the Twilight Zone again. “Of course it's cold” eye tried 
again but they were sure they had me now and to a person they each one piped 
up loud It is only the dark is all we meant and not the cold at all?” Eye tried again 
this time surely they will agree with this old man “ Yes it is cold out there there is 
no one wearing shorts yet in this January day?” And then eye left my seat and 
moved for eye was in the way of ignorance and bliss for they ignored me anyway 
for eye was reason in the face of added nuisance as the gaggle kept the play. 
Eye kept silence in the back of the bus all to myself the wounded pride intact so 
sure that eye was right about the cold. 
best thing of all eye could no longer hear them getting old.

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