Smartest Dumb, Or Dumbest Smart?

The whole cancer thing's gotten so laughably awful (stand up, get lightheaded, and fall over... REALLY?) that I thought I would throw a question out there.

Would you rather be a dumb smart person, or a smart dumb person?

 Some folks learn by being told,

some from books upon a shelf,

but I will say that I ain't sold

'till I try it for myself.

Now I won't claim to have a lock

on smarts or wit or common sense,

and that is why I got a shock

by peeing on electric fence.

The spark, it moved from wire to me

with bright flash and almighty CRACK!,

and I was felled just like a tree

to rest a bit upon my back,

and wafting up into the air

was smoke from, yeah, you do know where.

Music from Smash Mouth, with All Star.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is stir. Challenging.

Did the angels stir the waters,

or was perhaps the boiling pool

lure for simple sons and daughters

who in hope would play the fool,

pushing to the sad line's head,

giving elbow to a chin

from a heart that went quite dead

in the hope that it might win

a path from the black despair,

from the generation-curse,

breathing foul miasmic air

with no shekel in the purse

of the soul condemned to rue

faith in magic shown untrue?

Three minutes, and that's probably obvious. Less Shakespeare than Oh, Dear.

Sylvia always knew dogs were smarter than people. She didn't need more evidence.