I hope I’m not called upon,
To put the beast of a question to rest,
Of whether or not,
Should should,
The question hanging in every doorway:
“Why?”
Slinking deeper into my self-seat,
(My schoolboy delusion fading)
Maybe I can hide,
Just long enough,
For another to be pulled via compulsion,
To a standing oration,
Bellowing forth a premature and hollow sound,
Unfulfilling unsurprisingly.