"Yawp," In The Literature Of The Northern English Diaspora, Uses, and Misuses, Of

I write a very relevant academic article.
While smoking a cigarette
while sitting on my hands (which is hard, and impressive)
while the fiery barber tries to
carve his name into the back of my head
without me noticing.
But now, now I have to go
to a conference about Africa
in Chicago. "Achebe, yes, yes
and....yes, yes" we agree.
But then my confidence is shattered
as the tenured snicker and sneer
"Heeeere's Johnny!" behind me.
But underneath the scalp named
"Johnny is the MAN!"
the overfed brain hoos and hums and
grapples violently with
itself, like a crazed mime,
dressed all in black, chalktone facepaint
muddled, dirty.