A toast to the boasting rant.
by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Bluster dusting those in whispered chants.
Scatting with street corner bravado...
And caring less that it shows.
Hosting ego with a glide that one prides.
As if awarded a grand prize,
For such flagrant obnoxiousness loved.
A performance that seems to fit like a glove.
And observers stare with pen and pad.
Aware that fresh air should be noted,
Before it disappears from their disguises.