The King of Snark

Yesterday,

I was the King of Snark,

a picture card

among the treys and deuces;

each hand was mine,

all were trumped

by my drollery and repartee.

In my head I heard boom-tish

and bad-a-bing.

But this façade

is more than hard

to keep up

in the ambient noise

of boys-will-be-boys-raillery

and banter.

It’s all bada-boom-and bust

and today I am the silent fool.