Ignorant Virtue

Ignorant Virtue

A Poem by wuliheron
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A wasted childhood, I endeavor every day to make up for.

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Ignorant Virtue



Ignorant Virtue Is Its Own Reward!

To have completely clueless friends,

We must first Be Clueless Ourselves!

We must be Clueless, we are clueless!

We must be Clueless, what clueless is!

Running around our three ring circus!

Bumbling around in epic clown shoes!

Wading through the bullshit, hip deep!

Dodging the worst crap, going around!

Ducking as low as you can possibly go!

Uncertain, we’ve really hit rock bottom,

Uncertain if there ever was such a thing!

Everyone stumbles, upon the path of life,

Everyone falls hard once in a great while!

But, few of us master landing on their a*s.

Few of us master, learning how to recover!

Few of us master, knowing how to bumble!

Few master learning, how to fall unharmed,

Bouncing off the floors, as if made of rubber!

Jumping right back up, upon their feet again!

Without really becoming all that tired or sore!

Like tiny tots who can all fall a bazillion times.

Without becoming, too badly upset or grumpy!

Without even actually, losing their momentum!

Like energizer bunnies, they just keep on going.

Seldom, ever losing their tempers for very long!

Because they seldom ever land on their a*s hard!

Never hurt themselves bad like some big Babies!

Never foolish enough to throw temper tantrums!

Being honest about themselves, and all the world,

Never foolish enough to waste good times crying,

They always take much better, care of themselves!

Usually avoiding making any bad situation worse!

Contending with none no one contends with them.

Doing their own thing, they can easily find friends.

They are among the first, to profess their ignorance.

Usually just preferring, to mind their own business!

They may be the first to desire to make any amends!

Or so utterly transparent it boggles the imagination.

So baffled, they can't distinguish reality from fiction.

Such awful liars they could not sell water in a desert!

They merely seem to just want to help or to be happy!

Some children can become much too eager altogether!

Doing everything they can think of to make it happen!

Which only adds to their formidable enduring charms.

Wrapping almost everyone, around their little fingers.

They may charm the pants, off the meanest of snakes!

Yet few seriously ever doubt their genuine sincerity!

So charming, they’ll become the center of attention!

So compellingly authentic, they’ll move the world,

So trusting, they'll believe almost everything said!

Knowing wonder is the beginning of all wisdom.

Sensually reveling shitting in their own diapers,

Blurting zingers, about everything and nothing.

Sticking anything in their mouths, that will fit!

Knowing hard work to be the path to success!

Puzzled, over what is work and what is play.

Puzzled, how to do so many different things!

Diligence and perseverance……….Priceless!

Eternally optimistic about almost anything,

Positive that happiness, just comes for free;

Really, just wanting everyone to be happy.

Desiring the fewest things for themselves!

Their great treasure can be a speck of lint.

But, knowing very little about the world,

Knowing almost nothing about nothing,

Yet knowing so much about themselves,

They're never confused by their feelings.

Remaining, in touch with their feelings,

They seem to know, what is important;

Remembering what matters, the most!

They remain, among the most blessed.

Sleeping, with peaceful contentment!

Even, in many of the noisiest places!

Bumbling aimlessly, along the way.

The world is their playground, yet!

Few things, actually bother them!

Few things, are a threat to them!

Everyone, watches out for them.

The smallest angels and saints!

Small cherubs, surrounding us.

The most virtuous, of anyone!

Hiding poop in their diapers!

The dumbest, in some ways,

Just like sweet baby James.


© 2019 wuliheron


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Added on November 29, 2018
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wuliheron
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I'm a brain damaged, mentally deranged, hippie dippy raised on Gilligan's Island and Green Acres, but I'm never going back there again! Currently, I'm 11 years into writing a book on Collective Ignora.. more..

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