CONGENITAL IDIOTS

 The skinny rag stealer, thief, and robber,
a bureaucrat from Romania went
and wept on the Mount of Olives,
and Jesus smiled when at the end
of a series of questions about the ultimate
meaning of desire, of disgust,
of fasting he said, "We are born without luck
and so we remain – always without luck, Jesus!..."
"Ye cannot live without bad luck.
Ye are made of its very substance."
"We were born idiots, Jesus."
"That is so."