What good’s it do, to trumpet your own praise?
Is anybody listening to you?
What carries weight in each self-serving phrase?
What good’s it do?

For even if the claims you make are true,
they won’t convince a soul. Are there displays
that can inspire them to honor you?

You either know your value or you’ll craze,
attempting to compel I-don’t-know-who.
A bluster only windiness conveys.
What’s good’s it do?