The Show

Busy body to and fro
   Prepare to go perform
The show must show
   Go on and on and on

Take a runaway plane launched from a train
   Tis all the same same

The blame for the pain which some call inhumane has no shame shame
It must be the confounded fame fame

Whooping and hollering and holding out signs
   So many monkeys behind the stage
   Feeling untouchable now they escaped the cage
The cage of the normal that normally binds

Somehow even here, a way happiness finds
A home to rest its feet
   From the hustle and bustle of the performance feat.