Really..

A berserk outline that humbles us
edging our blond manes that distract scoutmasters.

Future discoveries will have to wait awhile, boo,
you’re impersonating a folk guitarist I outgrew.

So now you want to spend what you know while you can,
floating to eke out an ornate living
in a snow-globe, thankful for one small chest-hair.
And there I’ll leave it on top of your scout manual..