Uncle Dave would bite his tongue
for there was nothing he could say.
Fellow bureaucrats more interested
in a set of rules than those
who had to follow the rules
were his special source of anger.
Posturing and acting out power
were just about as bad and all he
could do was to bite is tongue.
Stupidity and lazy self centered attitudes
of colleagues made him
see himself as not unlike the little red hen.
For when he did all the work
there should be a loaf of fresh bread.
Never happened and he worked away
without appreciation.
His efforts to have a rational world
were sabotaged by fools and
he had to watch in silence.
As if his office were not enough he
read in the papers of all the
irrational things happening every day.
Cruelty, stupidity and flaky behavior
surrounded him.
The "List Of Fools" was his
therapy source.
Each fool he met became an entry to
his list.
Soon it had a number of folks
who were not unlike the return
of the bigger and badder villains
Batman had to face in each sequel.
If a list can have
a set of main characters
this list did.
Finally, he retired
and could he now could say what
he always wanted to say.
He called all the central cast of fools
from his list to a feast.
They ate and drank and boasted
and finally Uncle Dave stood
and offered a toast
to all the fools in the room.
But, no one was offended
and he asked why.
He was answered by the biggest fool of all:
"Oh, you wore that list around your neck
for so long we all just accepted it
as a forgivable part of you."