who the hell am i
to answer questions
to make presentations
in front of people
that wake up in suits
go to bed in suits
and eat breakfast
with the melodic punditry of cnn
humming in the background

who the hell am i
to argue a nontrivial point
with the use of waving hands
and flashy powerpoint
to go beyond the obvious
into the realm of the absurd
a predator jogging with the herd
it's not that i want to eat them
i'm just following my dream
my intellectual momentum
my monotone whim