With a Name like Graham....

I have seen you walk into
A room with so much swag
And highbrow snobbery
That even the innocent air
Around you reeks your turgid,
Overblown musk.
I am ready to fumigate.
Cleanse the transparent vapors
Of my self esteem
That you came in
And tried to wisp off
With your arrogant criticisms.  
Tomorrow when you come in to see me,
Like you always do,
I believe I am
Going to actually puke
This time,
On your lunch,
Or your papers,
Just going to the publisher, you say,
And perhaps you will begin to recognize
That we don’t all think as highly of you
As you think yourself