I'm Not Asleep, Just Resting My Eyes

Power of personality, his ego driven need

Constant flow of words, desire in the lead

He is working the room, leading the pack

That's his perception, we endure the attack.

Would it be better if we all walked away?

How would he stop us, force us to stay?

Its not the loudness that so offends me

Or his rudeness that's urging me to flee

And the knowledge he imparts is not required

That subject has gotten old, it should be retired

All his words have been of no one, he only ever speaks of him

Perfection is boring, wake me when he starts admitting sins