From close range I have seen the drips and drabs
seen the wet slow thinking incapable sods
semblance of humans in vacuous shells
always needy of directions and aids
like gun dogs bred on pointing
for self-thinking is not theirs
sheep of our times and age
vituperous dummies
rolling dice to see
drunk on fears
sap ignorant
from morn
till dusk
do tell us
for we know not
how near are them
social litters to finesse
do mindlessness know reasons
when reasoning abhors mindlessness
as ******* strews paths they call au naturel
you can take them out of gutters to flats and houses
but its nigh unknown to educate the gutters out of them
for blockheads  and simple minds are locked in toxic affairs
scums who call their betters scums is what they do so very proudly