An attention seeker,
that’s what you are.
That noise you make?
The way you crash in on everything
as if you’re the first sign of a coming storm?
I know your little secret.
You’re a fraud, a racketeer.
The consequence and not the cause,
all noise and no substance.
You’re nothing but lukewarm air
until the real hero of the story,
turns the heat up.
To give you credit,
once you get on a roll,
with that trademark rumble,
all that percussing makes a big impression.
You mover and shaker, you.