An oracular bard.
"Hafez would start versifying only when he was divinely inspired, and therefore he averaged only about 10 Ghazals per year."
"Visualize! howled the warm man, the keeper of FLARF INTO FREEDOMs
Alms for the poor! cried the briefly, flabbergasted FLARF INTO FREEDOM
With lightning strokes, the berserk shot foreward;quickly, rapidly
Stars filled his mind--it was if monkeys were slamming his head.
A chain growls noisily, but no one ever listens...
Last for the resisting first for the disemboweling--Now you must formulate
Billowing, recalling, the berserk felt like a prostitute.
With doubtful nostrils and tolerant resolution I can
Weap bitter tears, blank face, like Crazy Horse.. . Nothing are you, or will you ever be."