Nowhere Man

His name and title really don’t matter
Simply know that
In the continuum between man and Neanderthal
He tends towards the latter

And I’ll be vindicated by anyone who knows him well
For when he’s done with a day of rolling about in the grass
And being happy in the sun and all that
He smells

And in matters of poise, etiquette and grace
I must point out that
In the rainbow spectrum between violently boisterous
and phlegmatically gentle
He often finds himself in violet’s place.

When that other bearded blackguard was talking of
Hair Peace and Bed Peace
And other such drivel, this fellow joined in too
And what do you know?
The Peace Man is deceased.

But if I were to dissect this situation clinical
In truth, I wish that,
On the thread that ties hopeful and wry,
I was on his side of cynical.