The Genius
They came from every corner of the state
to hear him read from his latest,
which was no different than his old work.
When they arrived, he was half drunk,
leered at the girls, ignored the young men,
told several professors to go bugger Jesus,
and after an irrational monologue
he finally read three political poems
he slurred while missing whole lines,
until - only slightly more awake than the audience -
he finished his reading to a dead silence
that quickly changed to an ardent applause.
He was a very intelligent man.
He knew so long as he told people
exactly what they wanted to hear
some would always call him a genius.
~ James Valvis
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