The Pied Piper and His Motley Crew of Neanderthals.

A satirical ditty on tyrants and mob mentality

The Prose:

One Ash Wednesday not long ago, before the Great Pandemic, in the dawn’s stillness, on empty streets of the French Quarter, strewn with the detritus and the vomitus of the annual bacchanalia, the Village idiot wandered. He scavenged the street, armed with his metal detector, searching for a bit of currency. In that dawn’s early light, he eyed a shiny object at a short distance from him. It shined bright. The Village Idiot approached with interest, scooped…