Intrepid Certainly

I am intrepid, but my brains are loose.
I'm patient, but my stupid friends can't wait.
We live in penury, this grand estate
Our home, together with a half-dead moose.
I'm leading from the back of the caboose
To triumph: fear is overcoming hate.
Alone, as always, with my lifelong mate,
I worship Jupiter, and laugh at Zeus.

You don't remember anything we planned,
So I've decided to prepare a cow
For something strange, seen certainly, somehow.
The spice of life has gotten rather bland,
And all my limbs have gotten out of hand,
And in the end, I'm starting over now.