As everyone around me grows
I sit idly and caress my woes
Watching as from dust to rose
They all become such lovely shows
That I just get to watch as they
Sell out quite almost every day
And back row, right is where I stay
So no one hears what I should say
About their crowns, which made of thorns
Were fashioned taut with gems and horns
That act to muffle me who scorns
Their humble audience who so adorns
Them with the gift of obedient pursuit
And I collapse from attempt to dispute
Their infested tree that has taken root
And so take my place as the unclaimed mute
Which hardly is a place at all
And casteless, I thus build my wall
Because I'd rather their debris not maul
me when their built towers start to fall
Which fall they will since from once dust
They founded a castle that none could trust
Which lacking in human thought it must
Eventually and spontaneously combust.
But I'd rather not finish this folky lore
Because it's quite become a daunting chore
And I know you've already muffled me more
Since it's you I'm watching that they adore.