A supposed recognition day

And i begin to taste the salty beads
Sweat that is of sparkling glory of heat
Finding the comfort of my pouty lips
My aching buttocks from a sturdy seat
Looking in my right is an empty chair
Before me, the alien people from Mars
A common stimulus i cant watch bare
To them I'm not one; distant as the stars
All was silent except me to a time
When an over-rated credential spoke
Of a topic on how to earn a dime
I farted on an ineffective joke
From the corners of my sleep, i came late
A blank paper for my excellent state