An Idiot

I'd love to be an idiot,
And never have a care.
About the crap that's in the sea,
Or poison in the air.

I want to be an idiot,
And never be afraid.
Of the snipers deadly gun,
Or muggers slicing blade.

I long to be an idiot,
And live in my own world.
Where violence doesn't raise its head,
And no abuse is hurled.

I beg to be an idiot,
Not waiting by the phone.
And even when I'm by myself,
I'd never feel alone.

I wish to be an idiot,
A dim and dozy dope.
Whatever things went wrong with life,
I'd never give up hope.

Yes, if I was an idiot,
Hatred, hurt and pain.
Would never ever bother me
And I'd be born again.

But, if I was an idiot,
And missed out all the strife.
I'd miss out all the other things,
That make up every life.

The heartfelt words, the warmth, the love,
The closeness and all that.
I don't want to be an idiot,
I think I'll stay a PRAT

by Flying Lemming

Comments (14)

I don't want to be an idiot, I think I'll stay a PRAT A well written poem which about the intellect which makes to feel the real pain of life and the negating the fact ultimately to be out from the clutches of understanding and realization. Most of the lesson we learn when they become useless.A good read Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Flying Lemming is from England, and I don't know anyone from England who has no love for cricket. Sir Don Bradman, may be described by craps and snipers as an idiot batsman who played unbooked and ugly shots, but it doesn't make any difference to that great batsman. He was great, he is great and he will remain great. I really liked this poem.
Your poem is about the end justifying the means. However, the last two verses sum things up, and has justified the entire poem. Really enjoyed it.
Great poem, well said, well written. Great can I top that? I doubt it. Adeline
It's about experiencing life's joys and sorrows...and the intellect....to know....the difference!
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