JACK A*S

           

So just how stupid
do you think I am?
Did you think
you invented sex or crime?
Do you think
I can't spot fib or scam?
Your silence,
jokes and jabber
waste my time.
Today your body
may be at its prime
but, trust me, not so
is your growing mind.
Your nasty wit's not wisdom. 
Mostly I'm annoyed
by all the many woes you've whined.
I'd rather have a mule.
Though unrefined they're sterile,
tough,
and don't s**t where they eat.
I'm sure less stubborn,
lazy or unkind,
not prone to blame,
sarcasm or deceit.
It walks the day it's born.
You're life ain't rough.
Just nine months?
Twenty years is not enough.