The masquerade of fools

the dancers in masks

they dance in rings

the mindless conformity

of lesser beings

what was behind the masks

they did not mind

for the masks were many

and their faces kind

then out of the

monotonous crowd

rolled a fool

short but loud

behold you marry fools

to exist is no a life

but rather to behold

times of both food and strife

then the crowd tossed him out

and yet, he still held a grin

so who’s life may be ending,

and who’s has yet to begin