Boardroom Bravado

Trapped in my mind, taking refuge from scurge who annoy me. Mouths move, words understood but sentences simply defeat me. Over my head like live ammunition a garbled blurb shoots out a round. The talk I hear must be important from the nods and expressions I see. I try to engage, say something clever but I'm out of my depth in this room. All eyes on me, "be confident man" my inner self tells my good self. So I speak of the graphs and figures projected but have no idea what they mean. A silence then follows, then a few nods, nobody in this room has a clue. It's full of hot air, boardroom bravado and who can talk the most gibberish. With poker faces and arrogance aplenty my time in that room makes me sick. The nausea continues week after week, next time I'm chairing the Board!