bogart

he goes
with misered treasures
and his misery
held closer than a lover
a pirate
who hoards and hides
and bogarts the best
dispenses the rest
with condescending air
a parrot repeating
his wheezing whinge
without a twinge
of remorse
or regretting
not even there
forgetting where
he came from
not knowing
where he's going
but flown thither
by the wind
taken out of your sails
he blows