Most things 
are brainless 
some things 
lack reasoning
ergo idiots 
must be 
the happiest 
of all 
for knowledge 
brings questions 
and questions 
bring problems 
and problems 
bring answers 
and answers 
bring questions 
and on
we go 
ergo God
next time 
make me 
an idiot 
that is
if I’m 
not already 

What do 
those who 
seem to
only boo
when they 
last say
this way
then away
they lead
by need
never creed
seldom freed

I have an upstairs 
neighbor that houses a 
troupe of can-can dancers 
in the off season 
or so it sounds 
and who practice every 
day and every night 
their kicks and thuds
and taps and spins 
for I hear them 
whereas I used to 
get angry but now 
I accept that I 
am but an eight 
year old boy sitting 
beneath a gaggle of 
gorgeous ladies peering up 
albeit blindly but spying 
nonetheless into a place 
heretofore forbidden as no-no
it’s a lesson learned 
that we all can 
make the best out 
of even the worst
of just about anything