Rattle

There are the crazies, the lazies
The cuties, the booties
Incessant so present
Extreme sane so inane
The artist, the not missed
That's most of us kissed

Gala with rubies and rings
Studded diamonds for kings
The foreign, the natives
The copiers, the creatives
It's the lot
A stew in a pot
Few prizes some realize
Ideas on the rise

Joy is our treasure
Study at our leisure
Delightful, delicate, feast
Calmed, quartered the beast
Nothing is taken
Nothing forsaken




Obsessive people are hard to bear
Some brainy, most full of hot air
And if to please them, let them score
They simply ask for more