The bloke from the smoke

This was the third and I think last time
The required CPD for the year
I go in faith to hear the words
I listen to these great and important men
But at what cost to me

No more going to listen to men who destroy
They come up from the smoke
with their egos shinning
Their trying so hard cutting edge look
that's just sad attached to a beer belly

You get asked to participate
I can do that and without fail they don't get me
Yesterday I was told I floored him
and then told the wrong tale
well sod you mister

The younger me would have gone home
cried and felt I was wrong
But no more nice me at others expense
I'm okay and clever too
so when you said sorry in front of all
I wished I'd thought of the quick quip

But it doesn't matter as you didn't touch me
Cause I'm now an adult who knows her own worth
And if that's what it takes to help me know me
Then job well done you in your precious name dropping
and conceited self love.