By Johnny Bravo
There was angry thunder in his voice
and a lightning fire in his eyes
as he stood and pounded the lecturn,
calling out for all to hear his opinon-
No others were to be heard-
no other could be heard
over the droning ire that consumed him.
And the louder he spoke,
and the longer he ranted,
the less the audiance was likely to hear
as they grew adapted to the venom
that dripped from his tongue.