Posturing

Arms crossed, waiting-

          Silently.

Head tilt.

          Eyebrow raised

In just a hint of mischief.

          Folly that.

Meant to discount points of view.

 

Sweep across with mandrill arms to

Bat away succinct opinion.

Nothing matters save the words that

Finally escape your tongue.

 

You must be decision grantor.

You must have the final thought.

Only one king rules the kingdom

Though usurpers vainly try.

 

No one can convey your wisdom,

Feel the pulse inside your veins.

Can your stubborn will be met

In witness to such posturing?