The Importane of Being Smart

I don't feel smart let alone clever unless

I'm criticizing something.  Fortunately,

it's a piece of cake—galore with flaws and

faults and discrepancies, ubiquitous the

inconsistencies and contradictions,
beaulalandfill of peccadilloes and errors,

slips and slides, chutes and ladders: OMG

the bumbles and muddles on both sides of

the  I'll:  good and plenty make me smart

like anything one hand tied behind  my back,

bring it.

What makes me feel smart (and clever)

is when I point out stuff that's WRONG.
Stuff that's right's a piece cake for crying

out loud. What am I going to say about

THAT? O, nice.  But Wrong: that's where

the action is. Look around. It's like throwing

snowballs at a barn door from inside. Can't

miss. Here a wrong, there's a wrong: every

where a wrong wrong. Get on board little

children: room for many a more.