Power And Prestige Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

I am often asked what makes me tick. I reply.
KNOW THIS.
I am the composer
Of my composure

I am the man in DEMAND
I have sat many days in the dark listening to the pouring rain.
I am a mover and a shaker.
Thinking of the BLOOD that thunders through my veins

The consumer of contemplation.
I am the complete competition

Withstanding any objection
I relish the court.

I often exceed OUTSTANDING OBVIOUS
Excellent obligations

In truth, I blink with careful thought and precision
I choose my fights and foes with such.

When my fuse is lit, I need nothing....
But the best of the best in their profession
Ceaselessly surrounding me successfully perceptive
I FOCUS.