Confidence

“I am still learning!”

He bellows into his microphone

He peels an apple on stage

The razor sharp knife sparks in the light

The audience is startled then amazed

His words spray the page like a shotgun blast

One day the words will form an order

One day the words will make a rhyme

One day the words will make a meaning

For now he practices

The words spill out

He will pick up speed

“Distaste for the well dressed man doesn't level with my desire for a three hundred foot yacht.”

In the audience a whisper, a chuckle, a cough

“You will covet my coat of many colors!”

“This is not the joke.”

“One day you will waddle in the shadow of my magnificence.”

He loves that they look at him

He loves to stare right back

He looks them all in the eye

“I am everything!”

He takes his notebook and pencil out

He writes:

“I will destroy you.”

He erases it

Pauses

Then rewrites:

“I will fucking destroy you.”