The man with the metal arm

(This is a small poem found somewhere deep in the ruins of a large, military like base)

He strode through the halls, like a king on his horse.
His hair long and shaggy, his voice slightly coarse.

The sway of his coat enveloped his trail.
As if he where a dragon, his jacket his tail.

And though this man was forced by his masters to think.
His only true calling was the Kitchen Sink.

(This man is never mentioned in the poem, however the title The Man with the Metal Arm, gives some credence to the man either being Agent Zorua Banks, or Dr. Vincent VonKraft of the SCP foundation)