Life's hardest achievement
In this world of stress and pain
Is to learn to live with others
Who seem to have no brain.

Did they leave it in their pocket?
Could they lose it in their hat?
Did they ever even have one
Or were they born deficit?

All I know is, it's a struggle
That the rest of us must bear
To work through their short-comings
Knowing they don't have a care.

And we'll never get a "thank you"
For the extra work we do
When their asses we must cover
Because thay don't have a clue.

Their animation mystifies
The most enquiring mind.
Clear thought obscures their vision . . .
These, of whom are none so blind.

Unseen, for they've so willed it,
Is the truth to make them free.
It's a mystery how they'd "make it"
If it wern't for you and me.