Best Ignoramus Poems
When everyone goes east, he heads west
to him, every dialogue is a contest
comes into an interaction as the biggest
then leaves agonisingly as the lowest.
When he speaks, you know he is half-honest
even though he truly knows, but not near the best.
He always end up lost in the forest
this simple fact, he cannot digest.
The moment he shamefully fails the test
he begins to manifest
then becomes far from being modest
and everyone around him, he treats like unwanted guests.
Causing a general unrest
as he unnecessarily protest.
All over his countenance, ignorance crests
not accepting defeat, he holds high his egocentric chest.
Quick to make jest
but correction; he equates to incest
and disagreements, he always detest.
We all have the quest
to know and share the latest
so as to add value to ourselves and self-invest
which can be a cultivation to future harvest.
But knowing it all is impossible
and knowing half, believing to know all is ridiculous.
Admiting not to know it all is the fairest
but this is yet not comprehensible to him,
to whom; to know is like a conquest.
The wise keep quiet lest,
they cause him to become the tempest
and with every word, he neutralizes any palatable zest.
Oh poor child!
change or you'll suffer from everlasting molest
where no one wants to visit your nest
not because you are unblest
but cos of the truth of your infest
which now, is obviously clearest.
It is good to learn my child
and sharing is an attribute of Love.
But run away from half baked lines
or be humble enough to listen
while they become fully whole.
You were given two ears and one mouth
hence talk less and listen more
because an Ignoramus is always not far from becoming a fool!
Musings of an Ignoramus
Why wake up from this slumber
-Slumber in my ignorance,
And give up my bliss?
Why sit up and strain my lumbar,
Study hard to forfeit this empty arrogance,
And give up this peace?
Why pore through countless pages?
Why seek knowledge?
What type? Every type
Why read books of all ages?
Why waste time in college?
Need for education, an empty hype?
Knowledge, what can it bring?
Of the future, a peek?
A better life, for sure?
To life, added zing?
A tomorrow, not so bleak?
These, can any assure?
Listen!
Why speak and be heard?
Why write and be read
Why work until from sweat, I glisten?
Why not live free like a bird?
Why lead, why not be led?
Why wake up from this slumber?
Slumber in my ignorance
My ignorance, my bliss.
I neva envsagd dat I wil enta dis knd of mess
wat I dtest most in lif now covas me wit hs dress
No notin abt drug traffikin , yt I ws accuzd
Is it a crime 2 help a frnd in ned?dis made me confuzd
wen d content of d bag ws opend I felt djectd
Ignoranc is nt an excuz,all my appeals wer rjectd.
*No--know ;neva--never ;envsagd--envisaged
enta--enter ;dat--that ;dis---this ;knd---kind
covas--covers ;wat--what ;lif---life ;wit---with
hs--his ;2--to ;abt---about ;traffikin--trafficking
yt--yet ;ned---need ;frnd---friend ;confuzd---confused
wen--when ; d--the ;opend--opened ;djectd--dejected
Ignranc--ignorance ;nt--not; excuz--excuse;wer--were
rjectd---rejected
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Galapagos Island Ignoramus, (oops) Iguana
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Seventh Grade Craziness
Written: By Tom Wright
12/12/2003
I didn’t mind being called an ignoramus,
The class was divided; about half thought it was a compliment,
But I knew she was calling me some sort of big lizard.
I was happy that it wasn’t dimwit or blockhead.
Mwizi! Mwizi! Mwizi!
Shika uyooooo
2am habitual
I toss my sheets stand by the window
They all speak at once
''Achomweee....''
I wear my walkies and switch my lights
I scrunch my nose
Freezing outside
Ni nani?
My anxiety grows
I join the mob
Fury is forehead engraved
Rusty smells of pangas and rakes and jembes
Ticklish breeze blows hard
Goosebumps on my skin
''Leo atakipata,,,ametusumbua sana,,,anaiba ata viatu za watoto,,,OCS asiitwe,,,tutahandle....its all too much
I watch as he lays there
Blood gushing from his pipes
Teeth plucked out
His eye turned purple
His clothes stick ripped
Shivers as he pleads
Oh such a fakist
He deserves death
A silent voice asks,,''why should he face peoples brutality?
Its still for a second the voice creeps up my veins
Dependency is its root
Not having the normal triggers it all
Illiteracy,,, backwardness,,poverty
I can't bear it
5 steps back am out of the crowd
From far i watch as he screams
The matchstick kisses his oil stained body
His body slithers in agony
His whole existence is wiped off
What satisfaction does it offer?
Does it embrace the bitter truth?
From the leaders to the street children
All accustomed to not living without this and that
Is it scary?
It's sickening to think of
Its nauseating to look at
But what can we do?
Those in authority, insensitive is their way
They devour the strength of the weakwisdom
They render souls desperate
A culture it is
How do we change it all?
How do we train those who think are bearers of wisdom?
Desperation is all that is
Tireless working
Seizeless prayers
Hopless souls creep up the church corridor's
Sanity is German
Trying hard,,,having to sweat,,,working till it hurts
Their motto is survival
How do you speak gibberish to African people?
All they do is stare
Walking away is a career
For the gram
Clowning
Empty minds
Hopless souls!
Shame on our motherland!
That is why they plan on wiping us all
All we are is liabilities
Till when?
Trump A Famious Ignoramus
Not only did we found Trump to be famous,
Has been both ignorant and an ignoramus;
Tells tall tail,
Without fail;
Public disgrace because he is promiscuious.
Jim Horn