There are...

so many, a guy can lose track,
so many nitwits to make a wisecrack;
too many to count, the number's that high,
there's no way to tell, just how they get by.

The sign says it all, nitwits can't spell,
there's no knowledge at all, in the depths that they dwell,
I don't think we'll ever be able to get through,
and keep them from doing the things that they do.

They need protection, see that up there,
or, at least, a way to show that they care;
there is no end to the thing that they do,
they'll even write blogs addressed to you.

They even cheer for the wrong teams,
no end to wackiness, or so it seems;
if you cheer for the Yankees, that's just plain rude,
who in their right mind would cheer for this dude.

So there you have it, at least for now,
just hold on, please don't have a cow;
it won't be long 'til I'm back with more,
you're free to read them, or, show me the door!

Enjoy!  Yuk, yuk yuk!