Too much screeching
Relations to no cause
They just keep crowding
They jump with applause
No recognition
Though do I deserve it
Numbers show determination
Though numbers are not fit
I feel empty deep down
I could just be starved
Maybe not, says I, the clown
Crowned as jokester, elderly carved
I feel tired, take me home
I suggest to sleep earlier
I need to speak, but I’m alone
Oh I’m such a worr...