This room is lonely,

It is full, yet empty;

Full of people,

Yet lacking in wit.

They talk so loudly,

To hide their flaws,

I am no fool though,

I see through it all.

They boast, and lie, and cheat,

Try to prove their worth,

I laugh at all their attempts,

and give them a wide berth.

I'll admit that they may,

Have some skills with their words,

But I must add, I must say,

All it sounds like is the chattering of Birds.