Real Questions From Idiots
As a waiter, most expect not much,
But a crunch of menus and brunch,
Nothing more than a list of lunch,
To serve their turgid bunch.
Anyways,
A customer asked me once:
“At what age does a deer become a moose?”
I told her when ducks, like Pokémon,
Evolve into a goose.
Another asked the difference between the lasagna and the trout,
As I wondered, secretly, what crevice she had just crawled out.
Another asked when the ice came back from underwater,
As if a lake allowed in winter a seasonal squatter.
I wish these questions were never real,
Because now I don’t know how to feel.
I’m sad, yet proven, with empirical evidence,
In my experience of human idiots,
That a massive lack of intelligence,
Surpasses that of those who’re illiterate.
Don’t forget that amongst the living,
No matter where you’re from,
There will always be those willing and giving,
To prove that many of us are dumb.
Copyright © Beej Simrov | Year Posted 2019
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