(Nigel’s speech)
Rising from the industrial chair of OFFICE –
Standing and swiftly buttoning your uniform - a suit jacket.
Perhaps it shall be the pinstripe model today.
Microphones seem absurd in this moment.
Words pounce from your mouth as though
Verbiage was merely vermillion flames fanning forth.
When conviction is so strong that the
Stomach shakes and slides up into the esophagus, pushing
Further thoughts into your throat – that is how I know you’re ON.
It is a struggle, isn’t it?
To keep the language from lunging over the table and
Tumbling all around the audience.
Your socks are worn from bouncing up on the balls
Of your feet every time words threaten to take you with them.
A quick pause –
Remembering to reign in some of that daft vocabulary –
Your spectators are far from listless.
More than an ordinary orator – you have a message and
We are LISTENING.
