Either Intellectually Deficient Or Inefficient Poem by John Sensele

Eyes see moments of our birth
As little helpless babies with no neck to support our big heads
Which push society around as they grow in girth
When we fuss and kick mom's in beds

Where once further physical development occurs
Eyes see us learning to crawl
In tandem with fate that seldom errs
As our fantasy indulges in a brawl

With siblings as eyes see us mumbling a syllable here, another syllable there
All the while driving our moms nuts
When we suckle colostrum and milk from breasts with an air
Of undiminished ubris as moms become butts

Of the unfunny jokes we crack
With unabashed joy, thinking the world a happy
Venue where blues in overdose we pack
To make family members unhappy

When from school moms cry
Despairing that we can't construct a simple sentence in correct English
At the same time as in Arithmetic we try
Harder our sums and triangle perimeter calculations on time to finish

Prompting moms to wonder if their superior genes
Live in our mediocre intelligence quotient
Whose needles and pins
Portray a number of us either as intellectually deficient or inefficient.