When a blind man asks for directions <br />Point.... <br /> <br />I know I’m stupid <br />I can feel it creep up behind me everyday <br />Taping that elementary sign on my back <br />That reads “Kick Me” <br />I know it’s just another case of the dumb ass <br />But still I ask who’s there? <br />The answer is always the same…”No one stupid” <br />I pretend and let on like I know what I’m doing <br />I learned that from watching TV and politics <br />I learned to cheat myself in school <br />Where doing homework was foolish <br />And grades only meant you failed <br />Passing ones self off as an intellectual was easy <br />Requiring only silent and concentrating stares <br />To pull it off <br />Gee…what a deep thinker he is they’d say <br />Give that boy an A <br />A’s don’t mean anything more than a Z <br />Because when you stand in line you take a number <br />Not a letter stupid <br />I know I’m stupid <br />My father told me to keep my mouth shut and no one would ever know <br />He was right but also wrong…I knew I was stupid and when no one else did <br />I thought….Gee…I’m not alone….but I was <br />I used to read Mark Twain as a kid <br />He made me fill normal <br />Like maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing to be stupid like Tom or Huck <br />Maybe….it was just luck <br />And not smarts <br />Maybe….stupid is the new smart <br />Like sixty is the new forty… <br />Like life is like a box of chocolates… <br />What a load of crap <br />When a blind man ask you for directions next time <br />Point <br />And see what he does… <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-a-blind-man-asks-for-directions/
