Makes the most sense
when you study it.
I am either a genius
or an idiot.
The jury is still out.
One time or another,
an idiotic genius.
***
Figure if I was genius,
imagine I’d understand
by now.
So, peel back the onion
until I get to the stinky part.
***
And still don’t kill myself.
Not in jail either.
Nowhere with pale green rooms and folding chairs
full of a certain type
Not the work of an idiot.
I can hear you now,
lot of folks don’t off themselves.
Lot of folks avoid those places.
***
Moron. Don’t mean to be unkind.
That’s them.
This is me. Stinky.
And lucky.