Most of us, I think (I hope), and not just me

We have our schtick cold
Elevator pitches practiced in the car
Eloquent confidence fragrant and profound
Sly wisdom blasting for the mirror
Until we’re caught and cut
Off guard to dodge the newborn unexpected thrust
Sputter to parry
Spittle we’re buried
Done, lukewarm, and done


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