Now comes forth the prince <br />Of words <br />Spreading thoughts not so clear <br />As he ejaculates to the gathered herds. <br /> <br />Speaking rapidly in his rush <br />To impress. <br />Nothing from the Queen <br />Doth he supress, <br />This one of such humble birth <br />That seeks to obscure truth. <br /> <br />Kissing this Barney stone <br />Will gain him rights to atone <br />For sins in his not so distant past. <br />Known to all who dare not <br />The first stone cast. <br /> <br />So Frank is he <br />In his delivery <br />That all are awed <br />And confused <br />Because there is nothing clear <br />From words uttered here. <br /> <br />Standing proudly before his audience <br />He struts in his new found prominence <br />Chest thrown out and shoulders back <br />There is nothing here a-lack. <br /> <br />Following the course <br />Which has been laid <br />He has no remorse <br />For lack of reason to which he's wed. <br /> <br />And just when a nugget is tossed <br />From his shaded upper lip <br />His mind seems to be engrossed <br />As he continues hooting from the hip. <br /> <br />His mentor, Queen Nancy <br />Stands and lets him spew <br />As she asserts breezily <br />That there are few <br />Who can know or understand <br />What great words come <br />From this peculiar specimen. <br />A man, representing <br />The privileged few <br />That cannot be criticized <br />For transgressions <br />After all they are in remission(?) <br /> <br />But like all Idiot Savants of the past <br />This bit of Barney cannot last. <br /> <br />s<br /><br />Sidi J. Mahtrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/queen-nancy-s-idiot-savant/
