An Annual Migration

 

A simmering sea of

idiots, roiling in the

troubled surf,

crashing upon the

rocky beaches;

rising up from the

coarse ground to

begin their yearly

migratory trip

inland.

 

Idiots,

begin to appear

across the landscape as

the seasons warm.

They spread out over

wide swaths of the land,

the seas and even take

to the air.

Swarming and meeting,

bumping into each other.

 

The roads become lousy

with swarms of idiots,

who all somehow have a

driver’s license and access

to motor vehicle’s without

seemingly to possess the necessary

rudimentary skills that it takes

to drive an automobile.

A true miracle of nature,

the idiot.

 

Impervious to criticism,

unwounded by social rebukes,

confident in ignorance yet

suspicious of fact or science;

is proud they “haven’t read a book

in years”.

They move about in proud gaggles,

each surer of their infallibility

than the next idiot, who also

thinks the other idiots are idiots.

 

Not much is known about Idiot spawning

or their reproductive cycle,

only that it happens often,

often leading to overpopulation and

the eventual required culling

of the idiot herd.

It is believed the idiot is a

close relative of the Lemming;

However, it was suggested by an

idiot so no one has taken the suggestion serious.  

 

The idiots,

waddling in their sandals,

across hot beaches, sun-burned,

complaining about the heat,

while trying to decide which

alcoholic seltzer won’t dehydrate them

too much.

Plus, they have to get to the

idiot party later so they can’t get,

“that” drunk.

 

Idiot season seems

to arrive earlier and earlier

every year.

And each year there is a

new, astonishing wave of idiocy

that sweeps across the land like

a plague of locusts, chewing and

gnawing at any rationality and

sensibility until they are bloated

and gassy, and trumpet like elephants.