In the shadow of the juke box king

Stand the believers and the perjurers

Who seem to so easily to forget almost every thing

While the soulful all sing their songs

Of melancholy and of mirth

Superficial pride rides the internet with did you see that

Wishing for something more than they have become

And another day another week another year is done

Leaving the pokers and the prodders

To push and to stare

Kicking the pop and wheeze of vacant champagne corks

And another year starts over

Among the aching lonely hearts and masks