Non-sequitur Metaphor (re: NaPoWriMo prompt)

Like an owl caught in a generator,
I abscond the upwind
And squander the sky while
Passing judgement on you for following.

Smoking cloves and looking ridiculous,
it’s miraculous you were bred into existence, you
Myopic, dunderheaded cyclops.

You think your willowy-slender-reed-in-the-wind act is cute but

I think your mercurial back-and-forth
Is as interesting as
Seaweed floating in the gutter

It’s as non-pareil as
Artillery loaded with salt rock
Or milk that’s started to uncurl

Your ego is that of a rodomontade:
Twice elusive like
A ghost who’s
Cut the cheese

I’d call you a cowbird but
You’d probably think I was comparing truffles
To a svelte bilious quahog.

Idiot.