Clair Perry sic clear parried

Clear parried, throwing mud
Up out of the dolphin crib, such is the nature
Of despoilation as viewed
In omnipotent nonchalance from our spotless karmic haven
The brute brought to his knees
Resorts to brutality oh my gosh I spell it longhand sic
Can see it coming aeons away
Out of surewood forest stabbed by his 
Loaned lance the robberhood fresh from
Crusades and orb fondles dim don dung
Beetles his hairshell among the volk
Parting with a slurry of sand the tyke tyrants
Milk the shale by strangling the cow
At least that's what his shield crest illustrates
A cracked egg unable to regain mint condition
All the kinks whorses
All the kinks mein
Can't putt dimdondungs together again