The Expert

POEM

The Expert

 

How much does the "valiant one" crave?

As if his father had won Montenegro's length.

And with a sword cut through its entire breadth.

Correspondence schools of every kind he finished.

 Promoted now, he rests on laurels undiminished.

He is a valiant Montenegrin.

Clutching the homeland with all his heart within.

 A general practitioner expert, always first in line.

And the native soil is bountiful and fine.

Wide open is the people's treasury.

To reward the "valiant" Montenegrin.

I cannot marvel enough at this mumbo-jumbo spin.

 From this "valiant" one, this den turns my stomach into a knot.

 And the slot machine that pours into his pockets to the brim.

I grew weary waiting for the homeland to say:

"Enough!" To say one day,

"You've cost us far too much of this bluff!"

Step aside, "valiant" one, we’ve had our fill of your devotion!

 You've caused us nothing but commotion!