A Perfect Day To Be An Idiot

There once was a strange man,

big eyes, big head, big everything,

he even had a big soul, 

which was the rarest of them all.

At a certain day, 

quite unbelievably,

he became, what we folks like to call,

an idiot.

An idiot is:

A rude, unsensitive, prick, scumbag person;

an idiot does not care about anyone nor anything

rather than his own business.

How did he came this way?

Well, that's what we've all been asking.

He was such a great guy,

really fun and kind,

one of a kind! 

But something must have turned him this way,

at least that's what we all say...

Frank Waffle

Author's Note

This poem belongs to an old friend of mine: Frank Waffle.

Reviews

[Tim]

Life and stress turned him that way.