The Idiot
The Idiot
A long time ago there once lived a man
Shallow spring next to his pool had a plan
He had a dog named Jenny who used to bother him plenty
Shaped the dreams through his thick skull
In his thoughts he thought of a far off land with a castle in the sky
Dungeon & dragons would often walk on by
In this special place of homily he would often scream
Not to be noticed he would often hide under a desk drawer
The idiot was a grown man but acted like a boy
Would always carry a number 2 pencil with him in his pocket
Writing down memories of his far away land on an old book
Old Jenny would jump on his lap to take a look
Had a card board box outside his house to hide a little mouse
The idiot would never swim in the nearby ocean cause of jelly fish
Nobody knew but one day the idiot died inside his house
Such a tragic tirn of events for such a man with a plan
The coroner finally came with police nearby
His sharpened pencil stuck him in his heart
We will never forget the moments that we met the idiot
Perhaps he was a straight shooter after all
He had treasured a red rose that was plucked for his mother
Yet he had yet to achieve success in any way
Gone but not forgotten from each of our memories sway
A note was left in his pocket with special care
To let everyone know to honor hus sweet mother gone from here
Although many years have passed still have a reason to grasp
The idiot could have been any one of us you see
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2016
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