How would you describe the poet?

YOU, YOU, YOU

You dole your fickle favors out

With frugal grudging hand;

You gird your smile with irony

Suggesting reprimand.

You slice away propriety,

Maintaining that your view

Is sacrosanct and that all truth

Is known alone to you.

You skirt the rim of courtesy,

Leave all your friends dismayed;

Around you blossoms can but wilt

And dreams so quickly fade.