The learned professor
Stands at the dais notes ready:
“ ‘Stupid is as stupid does.’
So Forrest said all those years ago.
It is true I’ve led a stupid life.
With stupid women.
A stupid dictated to life
Led by the short and curlies
Until I didn’t know up from down.
Some days I barely survived
Caught in tirades and torture
Stupidly thinking it would be ok
To abide with the ideologically stupid.
I paid a price; I know I’m retarded
I crawl each night, tail between my legs
Into my small comfortable hole
Just right for a stupid person.
We stupid people dream a lot
It’s all we have.
Dreams and schemes
For those days when
Stupid is the only way
To rationalise an irrational life.”
The learned Professor
Gathers his notes, sits down.