Was it worth it
To give that speech
To take a platinum position
On the lectern of hungry souls
They will eat, you knew that
Without hesitation, a feast
Served by Chef You
Restaurant of choice
For those looking for confident men
And you never fail to disappoint
Nor idiomatically lean back
And cliché, baby
Let it rip across the pages
Of that book you wrote so fast
Deny editorial privilege
The chance to change a word
For your character is in each
Character
Ruined? Pah. Periods are for
Loser poets
And I am prose
Prone to exaggerate, perhaps
But built on brick
Though maybe a little marsh
Under those foundation stones
Seeps and germinates rates
Termitic verses, believe!
Self-possession is writ lawge
And every mistake was intended
To consolidate power, a will to own
Unconventional space
And deprivational time
Roman Ryan 