There was this time, I knew myself
This low persona was much craftier.
I never slurred my words
Quick with a witty quip
Humorously, almost honorably on queue.
But the experience
Or maybe age
Has stained the color
Commentary with delay.
Those in the same boat
Enjoy the show
Them,
On the outside looking in
Write us off as boisterous
Reveling; but the fun is within.
Crowded it can be
Come last call camaraderie,
But we all leave alone
Stealth caricatures of ourselves.