The Village Idiot by Eric Sparks

I am the village idiot, although I don’t
have a village and will quickly refute
any accusations of stupidity. That doesn’t
matter though; not at all; there are no requirements
to be the village idiot, save for one.

You Must Care!

If I said that a million times, it wouldn’t
be close to enough.

You Must Care!

See, the relative success or failure
of hundreds of people depends directly,
if only slightly, on me. In the olden days,
it was the success of the villagers that
hinged on their village idiot, but my
situation is much more complex.
When my peers and friends see me,
it is necessary that I fill the notorious role of
The Village Idiot.

My friends, my peers, and most people are scared.
Like me, like they should be, they are most scared
of failure. I hate fear and I hate seeing fear;

You Must Care!

The Village Idiot helps. I show my friends
(and also my peers) how easy their tasks really are.
That’s why I write papers in not but three hours.
Some of my friends spend weeks on those same papers
and when they see how long the paper took me,
they then realize how hard they worked.
And it makes them feel good.

You Must Care!

The Village Idiot plays this role for all
who will listen and all those he loves.
If you think all my friends see this
in me, you are tragically mistaken, but you’re
also missing the point. Listen.

You Must Care!