He done thus?

 Clueless Blind Man, cheated by his Brother

To Hell with you, saint, ye who uphold the straight 

and the narrow! What business do you have on Earth? 

Why do you seekest to ensalt the peoples eyes blight 

them with Virtue and Perseverance, Temprance aint 

the chosen lot for the cattle, who wish to be but worth 

mention in the pot of gold, over the rainbow, to surge 

the leprechaun for the dragons. Head on the berates. 

Those who do good, do betters! Wells far gone, sullen; 

poisoned every venue in light cold reading gentle palm. 

Who can understand parceltongue, smother the bull then; 

to have it drown in its own tears, underground, barren. 

He done thus? How dare ye to hedon mush! Shroom alms

for the treebeards, who ent in the lent to Clark Kent Almas. 

Mater of all dark matters, Sophia was blind and led Surrey! 

Who is still Englishman in New-York, then there are none

who dare to be Yankee? In the Mollies Game, the men lost 

their tracks and asked for more extacy, blackfaced from cum 

they never managed to erect out of their blue balls. Prone 

to judge our council, while never leading by example, Homer!

The Fools, who grift themselves of Heavens doorstep, nomad. 

Don't gossip deeds but do yours; perfect thy Domes Prude!! 

He done thus -- Hedonist in your own guss! What say in posh 

plays, of small giants, who toss the ladder off, afraid of betters. 

Be your own Name, the Firstborn of your own kind -- Porshe 

amongst the Wolkswagen! Mersedez Benz amongst HIMARS. 

Be the redeemer, then people look for SAM sites; trendsetter; 

then people long for Conflict, the First amongst Apocalypse there! 

Now is your chance to gnothi seauthon, do or begone, hush!!