<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=560649" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Knowing Idiots</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sunday.<br>I don't eat by myself<br>So I leave the television on<br>To fill in.<br>The food is cold in my fingers<br>And warm in my throat.<br>A forgotten rerun; <br>A sorry substitute for people.<br>Sundays are awful days<br>With such a lot to think about.<br>I think about<br>Where you are<br>Right now.<br>And how you are.<br>I hope you're sad.<br>Real sad.<br>I hope you feel like ripping your heart out.<br>But mostly I wonder<br>Why you are.<br>I don't like idiots.<br>You shouldn't be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Saturday.<br>An idiot sits in front of me.<br>The idiots is happy with a lump of plasticine.<br>See how the plasticine, see how she changes<br>With me.<br>But child, you're not the one playing with plasticine.<br>It's the other way 'round.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wednesday.<br>Saw the idiot in totality.<br>The idiot was all smiles.<br>I knew why<br>But didn't understand.<br>Idiots are beyond me.<br>What the idiots knows<br>Only the idiot knows.<br>The idiot is real smart.<br>So I want to give up on the idiot<br>While I'm still alive.<br>But before I do<br>I just want to see the idiot cry<br>And know what it's been like<br>And what it feels like<br>To be a fool.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Shikha+Gupta">Shikha Gupta</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=560649" data-title="Knowing Idiots de Shikha Gupta" data-description="Sunday. I don't eat by myself So I leave the television on To fill in. The food is cold in my fingers And warm in my throat. A forgotten rerun; A sorry substitute for people. Sundays are awful days With such a lot to think about. I think about Wh..."></div> </div> </div>

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