Wo Ben

I don’t look it, but I am
The wild man who mocked the sage.
Yes, I look more like the sage,

But that’s the trick then, see it?
If you think you can split them,
The sage from the mad, show me

Which one I’m not. That I am,
And I’m no less than this poem
As well. The sage is at home

Where the wild man roams, which means
The wild man roams through the home
Of the sage. Cute, huh? Me, too.