Idiots are very rare
I saw three of them in the jungle
Without tails
Jumping and loitering around in gay abandon
One of them gave me a ticket
Another, an exam paper
Third with a name of a girl
We sat together
All three at the vertices of a Triangle
With their backs towards me
Reducing me to a point in the centre.
copyright: shamik bose 2010
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