He declared
his arty view of things
As one well
grounded on parade
Impressively
could draw a crowd
Among the guys
who had it made
Brushing over
all his many works
Reciting comic
prose from Dante
Although he
wasn’t fooling anyone
This dull
infernal dilettante
Professing
filigree his pedigree
Elusive
tracery in mist
Would
obfuscate ‘til very late
Whilst all
around got pissed
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