Poetic Justice Poem by Dan Brown

Give me a fool any day,
for his foolish antics wile hours away.
Give me not a man, so full of facts,
and in whose company I cannot relax.

Hand me a crackpot, at any time,
for there is humour in he, who knows not his mind.
Force on me not, a man dull and trite,
for close my eyes, and sleep, I might.

Show me a nincompoop whenever you please,
for he shall pass through like Summer’s breeze.
Let me witness not, a man so vain,
for people as such scramble my brain.

I’d pay for an idiot, with all my money,
for idiots, with idiocy, are ever so funny.
Not a dime would I spend, on one bitter and strict,
were I buying friends, he’d not be picked.

Offer me a buffoon, if you should ever so choose,
for through his repertoire I would love to peruse.
Keep to yourself the selfish, the wordy and clever,
for I wish the buffoon to be company forever.

In short, I say, you cannot find better,
than one we call “drip”, but slightly wetter.
Distance yourselves from the dry and the cold,
spend time with the halfwits before you’re too old.

I say this so solemnly, for I truly feel,
that we are the next of the imbecile.
Let us enjoy it now, before growing old hits,
and we, ourselves, become bumbling twits.