Morons-a poem

If there’s one thing I dislike,
It’s the morons of the world.
Whether they’re driving a bike,
Or a car, they act like they own the world.

On the highway or at home,
They seem to be missing a screw,
And you wonder if their brain’s foam,
Or if the captain’s sailing with full crew.

The best way to fight
Morons is where they lose in life,
By doing good and shedding light
On the fact that they cause strife.

In closing this ditty
I’d like to say
That it’s a stinkin’ pity
To think that morons will rule the world someday.