Poem: Delusions of Grandeur

I'm doing the evening monthly writing workshop at Stanford again and it's really fun. One of the prompts was to take a poem (shown below), cross out every other line, and then rewrite the poem filling in the alternate lines. (The next step is to cross out every other line - those of the original poem - and fill in the rest, thus creating a completely original poem). I'd never done this exercise before and it was quite fun. Here's the original poem:

Psychology Today
Darnell Arnoult

Have you ever had
delusions of grandeur?
I read all about it
in a magazine
on the coffee table
at Dr. Broadwell's office.

Have you ever thought
you were meant for
something special?
But you were afraid,
Afraid if you tried
you'd fail?
People
would think you
a fool?

You might risk
everything
only for
delusions of grandeur?

I have.
Thought that, I mean.

-
Delusions of Grandeur

It was one of those news stations, called
Delusions of Grandeur,
hounding and cannabilizing fear, horror.

In a magazine
there were six bullets. There were six bodies
at Dr. Broadwell's office.

Your heart stops at such headlines.
You were meant for
worrying -- her name isn't even Broadwell

but you were afraid
and opened the webpage anyway, because someday
you'd fail,

ignore and
would think you
caused it, did it, pulled triggers in outrage.

You might risk
a heart's wayward beat, a run of anxiety
only for

a moment to check the article.
I have.
Thought that, I mean.