A Man of My Renown

Here I stand alone upon this stage, You prance and mock, a beast to test, This night, ordeal, more like all the rest. Your burnt out eyes; defunct yet full of rage. I use your words, as fodder for my fume, “Low down hog and dirty dog, pathetic little prat”, Are you of any consequence at that? There’s no respite, compassion in this room. I load my verbs like bullets in a gun, Act one, scene two this character’s a fool, For all I’ve lost I have to keep my cool. Hard man, you’re not the only one! Whiskey breath, long live death, I damn you down, pathetic clown, You so proud, declared so loud, “Admire all, a man of my renown”.