Once I was a dolt, a fool, a brute,
Now I am a buffoon a bumpkin and bonehead.
My birdbrain thoughts made me blunderlike, a simpleton.
Like the dunderhead nincompoop hayseed I am.
Just call me meathead.
That's me.
A radient candela.
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John I can see the 'headlines' now... Meathead Lights Up The Universe'. Your poem made me smile. Regards, Shirley