Fat And Stupid Poem by Richard Jarboe

He was fat and he was stupid,
He liked drinking scotch,
Overweight and unintelligent,
He didn't like thinking too much.

He had a Lincoln Continental,
Driving drunk, he crashed it in a ditch,
When the cops came, he said no one was driving,
Then he blamed it on his bitch.

He didn't like blacks; he didn't like kids,
He slurred his words beyond recognition,
When his liver hit the skids,
He denied his condition.

Remaining fat and stupid, he drank to the end,
Anybody close to him remained a drunken friend,
It was pointless for the Creator to keep him around,
So he died one day, his liver took him down.

He used to take great pride in his ignorance,
As they say, stupid is as stupid does,
I don't think he will be remembered,
There wasn't much to whatever he was.