From the depths of a covert extrovert
these words shall emerge
On the verge of true sanity
Off the road on the curb
What you assumed was the moon
Is merely the visage of my least eloquent page
Are you dudes on shrooms
Blah blah bang bang
Metaphor simile soliloquy  
Five syllable word (insert  hyperbole here)
Fanfare confetti amidst swooning lasses
All hail long live the invisible wordsmith
Said the speaker in place of the verbalist
Nestled in the audience grinning
for all who know see the irony
In a man not included in his own inaugural