Directly At A Beast Poem by samuel nze

I am looking directly at a beast;
My lecturer is a beast,
He is not intelligent
But he thinks he is;
He is ugly and loves women
A lot -
Worst of all, he talks too much;
Empty vessels they say
Make the most noise,
And this vessel is really empty;
Pot belly
Loud voice
Strain of veins in his throat,
But all he skirmishes
Is insignificant balderdash,
He feels he hates those who
Like him think themselves intelligent
But the truly brilliant -
The wise
Will refrain from
Keeping his ugly company.