If stupid dumb mistakes were spun from gold,
Then I a wealthy idiot would be;
My apptitude for gaffe would guarantee
That errors I acrue might manifold.
In love I am a moron, I've been told:
I choose the girls who love devotedly,
But then I treat them all disastrously.
(It's not my fault what's hot soon cools to cold.)
Some people think that wisdom is a gift,
That, manna-like, it falls from God's blue sky
To light upon the lips of those most meek.
But I see wisdom as a boat adrift
whose captain, dumb-like, thinks the ocean dry;
who, crewless, sails on without critique.
Buenos Aires, Argentina
8/13/02
