Giving a Talk at the Space Simulation Conference

I look over a sea of white male heads, many balding,
a few women tucked in the back, I'm  used to it.
if they find you beautiful, they don't make eye contact.
I didn't care, I was so happy about the next four years;
most of them, being white males probably voted for Romney,
that was his demographic, I could have a moment of
lording it over them and they could appreciate someone
wearing a red floral skirt from Iceland, an informative
presentation that carried  them along like the molecules
in my talk,  arriving and departing with characteristic
residence times,
dependent on temperature and time,
they got up obediently to go have a coffee,
bounced against each other before readsorbing
onto their chairs for the next talk.