The idiot savant chained to a table
Working to his set themes
Creating refining producing
His mind blow schemes
Passed to the master
And being quickly scanned
Are passed for acceptance
Or rejected out of hand
And on such whims
The intellect of all
Lets whole systems rise
Whole universes fall
Some half born
Then cursorily aborted
As it shuffles riffles through
Schemes too quickly sorted
And some that survive
This mad creative maw
Imagine the master
And worship it with awe
While the idiot savant
Without any bothering
Churns out his work
Chained to stop any wandering
