Mediocre's Stand-point

The wave swung left and right to find a stand
The skipper watched in awe and charged the boat to a strand
The boat swayed side by side to find a land
Yet the man in the boat laughed at the wave and said “it is manned"
What a man that would brand a turbulent boat as manned

A man that blends every grand brand with censure
A man that sees stricture as a way to form effective structure
A man that has panned every effort and it is now his culture
A man that finds pleasures in measures to rupture already established structure
How would I capture the effect of your censure on the fractured structure

As the boat continued in turbulence, the skipper announced that the boat might capsize
Yet the man shouted at the skipper – take me to my destination
Just like ‘John Snow' you know nothing the skipper replied
For your kind think only them exist
You are sinking oh ye mediocre

Unlike the fleets of birds you have flown without direction
Now you claim to know the way better than the skipper that gives the direction
Like the parrot you squawk and your squawking cannot save you from submersion
And like the pig you grunt yet your grunting only gets you into repression
You know nothing Mr. Mediocre for you care only about your expression

I charge you to move from your mediocre's stand-point to a distinguished stand-point
For your boat is sinking and it is sinking with you in it
Think unconventional ways to save your sinking boat
Like the elephant I have trumpeted the sound of change
And like the Lion I will prowl past your mediocre's trap