The Flawed Poet

Reckoning his lofty beak and hairy mast

Vernacularly spoken, his verses so vast

Synchronizing him with the creed of behave

As for one, he never had a shave

Allegoric he was, was his poesy

Imaginatively drawing his skies, 

With unknown prophecies

Stubborn sights differentiated him from the mass

Scarred face, deluded spirit 

And many nights to last

His malodour kept him from visitors

The safe-keepers of anarchy

Viewed him with sinister

Those hateful globules of flesh and blood

A flawed poet, they said he was

Flawed for scrutinizing self and the nation

Voyaging the furthest seas

Through his world of poesy