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 worrier

Tired, hungry, ignored Ignored deemed quiet Shyness, I believed, was foretold We believed we were “it”

I will drop out, cut them off Maybe go party But I’m getting a cough I’ll do it, to not be tardy