Ignorance: An Innate Idea? Poem by Michael Fischer

Soiled sneakers tread a dirt path
on the freshly water-washed floor.
The motormouth is the culprit,
gator-chomping on a sandwich.

Where's the washroom?

Over there sir.

(Insert feeling of gratitude)

Leave the seat up when you finish;
The next person will put it down.
Toss your garbage behind the door;
The janitor will throw it out.

Your ignorance and laziness
Together with
Your arrogance and bitterness
Only make you
Completely intolerable

Thanks for nothing;
Have a nice day!

Ignorance: an innate idea?