The Madness of Common Saints: Verse Two

Description: He roams the streets both day and night, nocturnal and diurnal, and suffers the slings and arrows of most common misfortune. His scribblings are the only link he has to speech, to expression, to sorrow and to uncollapsible joy. It would probably be best if you crossed to the other side of the street, to avoid the scent if not the potential invective.