The Tripping Imbecile

The tripping imbecile walked down the street. Kicked a lamp post and hurt his feet. Not funny.

The tripping imbecile decided to walk. Turned around the corner and slipped in a chalk. Not funny.

The tripping imbecile started to wonder. How long was the road in which he must wander. Kinda funny?

The tripping imbecile thought he’d see the light. To clear his vision, to make good his sigh. Was nice.

He wasn’t an imbecile anymore. He’d seen the light, had wondered his path, made everything possible to live life like that. He then kicked a lamp post and hurt his feet. Funny.