Corregidore

He's a bit off That one Writes poetry Observes the passing throng Passing judgment On what's wrong Pushing virtue And venture And all that out-dated stuff. Isn't Wikipedia good enough? He told a friend Sleep gets interrupted By a line Or a cadence Or an image. Often talking to himself At work Distracted jerk. Thinks a Heavenly input Pens the lines. Dances with beat And rhymes And Something beyond Himself Long assigned to the shelf. By most of us. Browning, an old one Of like art Wrote of the passing Of a village bard. Said he watched and mused At others driven, confused. And passed some lines To Duke and Court Hurt, hope or good report. A man thought wise To philosophize. But we're beyond that. No?