You cannot simply walk into a room
No, you must announce your arrival
”I am here!”
Mere mortals toast you
You strut; your shoulders locked in some unseen combat with your neck
Neither pretending to dislike what you are doing to them
You flash the newest threads made just for you
Oh, no, no off-the-rack commoner crap
“This is one of a kind!”
Another toast
High and mighty must you be with these mere peons you have invited in your house that resembles the hardest erection one has ever had
For that is who you are: the manliest man’s man who ever strutted along the Earth
People drink your fine wine and taste small edible yummies not pronounceable
They remind you of your marvelous skills, unmatched by anyone across the land
Oh, yes, another toast
But they save their best laugh for themselves
For later and when they are alone and think of the real you
Mere mortals now roast you
Smooth Aggregator, Not So Smooth Poet 