We Suck At Guessing Poem by Mark Nichols

We suck at guessing

We are not half as smart
At any given moment
As we think we are

But don't worry, man
There's no way we could really know it all

We might as well just realize
or just admit I guess
That we're stupider than a pod of frat boys on a drunken Friday

And we just continue to suck at guessing

What is really going on
Inside ourselves
Leeches bleeding blood-letting treepanning
Alien autopsy hysterectomy
Shouldn't make you feel too bad
Shouldn't fill you up with pride either

I'll stick with the Bonobos
They don't suck at guessing

Ha, also we suck at predicting
Earthquakes, floods and April showers

We've always sucked
Eve was second-guessed
Because the Bible tells us so

Leviticus made such a fuss
His wife said she'd change into something
So she refused to go
Bad decision

We suck at knowing
But go ahead and give it a shot
Give it your all

But don't forget
We ought to be humble
And if there's one thing we know
It's that we know hardly anything

And in relative simple terms we're
So
Incredibly
Small
We
Shouldn't
Even
Worry