This Hopeless Troupe in My Poetry Slams

Bubbles are popping and windows dropping
Doors closing with everyone posing
As this memory is imprinted, our imperfections never hinted
And we’ll hide it all away
As colors fade and turn to grey
There’s no need to stay in a world made of dismay

We’re looking down at them, point and condemn
They’re so different than us!
Believing in trust, when we know better
We’re princes to their beggars

We’ll throw ourselves down the well,
As our pride swells and we’re adamant
To push our just desserts
Hopeful they’ll convert to our exclusive group
This hopeless troupe

Grab your masks
Fill your flasks
We’ll need all our guile
To betray their worthwhile

And when the day is out
And one more person doubts
And two more people pout
They’ll learn the in’s and out’s
As they join this hopeless troupe