An Idiot in Proximity

Recently, on the lawn behind my apartment patio,

a pair of perfectly good house shoes rest. And, the

other day near the same spot, a plastic half-full

gallon of milk on its side.

Other unusual articles on previous days have been

carelessly tossed away, uncanny objects too heavy

or incongruous for the wind to have pushed into place.

And in disgust I wonder who in their right mind would

do such a thing?

Possibly someone in a fit of rage or lashing out in a

stupefied and vengeful drunken stupor. And I surmise

that more than likely they can neither write nor read

(not that illiteracy is necessarily a prerequisite key),

but I submit rather a deficiency of common sense,

consideration and responsibility.

Perhaps their mama refused to teach them manners

and self-control, or papa failed to switch their ass for

transgressions and anti-social behaviors. For whatever

reason, and to my chagrin, it pisses me off, and sets

these enraged fits of aggrivation into motion.

In these trying pandemic times where we rely upon social

distancing, sheltering in place and cover of mask on the

face to keep us safe, who or what is to protect society from

the dread disease of rank culpability.

I suggest Shakespeare may have claimed: Methinks more

than something is rotten in the state Denmark...And alas,

nearer than that, I perceive there be an Idiot in Proximity.

Thusly, with a considerable degree of surety, I therefore

steadfastly believe, there be many more from whence he

came. I know you’re thinking, cut the Shakespeare crap,

and in plain English call an idiot out for what he is. Un-

fortunately, likely there is more than one from whence he
came. Inconsideration, I proclaim, knows no generation.

Historically, I know they had idiots, sans plastic milk
containers, in Shakespeare's time.

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Chris Hanch 4-13-2020