Swagger

You have it or you don't.

As you talk, there's a lean,
velvet furrowing your seams.
Walk with diction,
Walk gangplank,
Walk as if the highest rank.

Furrow brows.
Shun the fools.
Take the ingrates back to school.
Tilt chin up.
Put fists down.
Don the laurels; golden crown.

But confidence itself's a curse
Laying men 'midst morbid hearse.
Strike fast and firm, aim for their pleat.
Be confident in your retreat;
Strike fast and firm, aim for their pleat.
Strike fast and firm, or taste defeat.

Use a tool -- perhaps a chair.
Create regret
from out thin air.
Not for you;
A gift for them.
Weigh down their chest,
Correct your hem.

Those who challenge must be crushed.
Those who try but ground to dust.
Those who lie beneath your feet,
will wail and loll;
Now take your seat.

Author's Note

It's something that can't be learned. One part cockiness, one part confidence, a dash of good looks, and a show of no remorse.

Please enjoy!