‘My Ward’ by Karl Pilkington

Me, a Chinese fella and an old bloke who looked like Mr. Burns, from The Simpsons.
Don’t know what was wrong with him, but breaking wind was the symptoms.
No-one visited him, or called him.
He seemed quite lost to me.
As well as wind problems, he had a colostomy.
When I left, I said “see ya” to the old man.
Turned out the other fella wasn’t Chinese, he was from Japan…I never found out what was up with him.

I komentarz jaki wysłałem do mojego przyjaciela po usłyszeniu wiersza:
Ja: "To me he just seems much, much smarter then the two of them cynical morons. This guy's a fu*king genius!! A poem by Karl: http://youtu.be/t1lpnobOms8?t=5m8s"
Ziomek: "Damn you for a lark. Dokładnie to samo miałem napisać, że gość jest genius."

Ale wtedy zobaczyłem to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hol4h0liWWY
Ja: "Okay, he is an idiot after all... but! with a top notch divergent thinking ability."