Too Principled Peter Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Delusional
with scat for
common-sense.
Intellectually ineffectual
with no truth or recompense.
Waffle of the egotistical lowest kind.
And yet, in pure arrogance, thinks of itself
that it, in oddity blessed; has that super mind.
Trivia though stool. Inane that don't quite fit.
And doesn't it; and I mean, fit quite a bit?
So come on and tell me just how you sit
on the phuucking throne every morning?
Two different, I'd bet that this stool is yours
my prosed and ever meandering son!
Butt, next time try and use any other
message within what you send because
all this puerile waffle I'll cut through
to get right the phuuck back at you!
So come on Sir Peter, I get you're upset
Is it your medication? Has it worn off just yet?
Mixing it with any tea; now that's not the good bet!
It, filled you full of inane trivia, and now the word is you are
a proud poser; with nothing really to do, say, or give.
You are simply flinging butterfly specks!
Do then, wright to me in any rhyme, rhythm
or metre. Whatever! (Just love this Term!) , the
phuuck is wrong with your ever coddled lifetime?

Cheers… Michaelw1two