Everything Is Awful

He Doesn’t Know geometry, chemistry or history. He looks at picture books. Doesn’t know many words. But he can sing songs he’s heard. Doesn’t know world affairs or politics. He skips stones and plays sticks. Doesn’t know how to read the paper, or how to tip the waiter. But he can pull a kite on a string. He can run and laugh in the wind. He doesn’t know guns shoot bullets. His guns are plastic and only squirt water. Doesn’t know how to clean his clothes. Rolls in mud as an otter/rides on the teeter-totter. He doesn’t know about masks and latex gloves. He only knows kisses and hugs. He doesn’t know about sex/hasn’t smoked a cigarette. Doesn’t know about beer in a can. Only knows bears roam the land. He doesn’t know about taxes or work, how to drive a car or the neighborhood bar. He doesn’t know how some men are venomous, or how not to trust. If I didn’t know better/ I’d say he is the smartest man ever. For my son Alex