A mad poet has invaded the city
("No, really... I tell you he is mad.")
A stark raven
shouting "Nevermore."

A rational poet would describe flowers,
correctly identifying the colors
of roses and violets

But he is mad...
Screamin' like a demon.
Eschewing
the rhyme sublime
and rhythm in him
in favor of labor
undeserving
and unnerving!

Misidentifying
the colors...

Nevermore!