It's The Attention Given That Sells Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A showstopping mocker,
Here to dropp impressions?
No.
I'm not into recreations.
They bore!
My direction has my pace on it.
Comparisons made to others,
Is an honor that flatters.
But I've never been able,
To do impressions well.
And if my toes are stepped on,
I will yell.
With a broadcasting done,
Screaming from the painful agony inflicted.
I can not escape the flair for dramatics.
It's the attention given,
That sells a unique performance.

'Work that pout.'

It's here.

'Work that stare.'

It's here.

'Now work that brow over the eye.
Arch it up real high! '

'Work that pout.'

It's here.

'Work that stare.'

It's here.

'Now work that brow over the eye.
Arch it up real high! '