The Poet Dwells Among Them 2 Poem by DM W

I cover myself
In exotic dreams and myths,
With a subtle hint
Of irony. I guess, when
Occasions demand,
I am also much inclined
To play around with
The very fabric of time!
Often, I deploy
The strangest aphorisms,
To avoid conversing
With zombies. I'm sick of the
Grudgeful scrutiny
By all the soulless people,
And mediocre mobs,
Who tend to plumb the depths of
Ignorance. Alas,
That is their problem, it seems.
But personally,
Their stale company bores me.
I prefer to learn
Something that is new to me,
Every day, or this
Life would not be worth living.