The Quiet Ones
They sit and yell and gossip
But what are they really saying?
Are they saying anything?
When the day is done and the parties are over,
The glam and the high is past
What do they really think about late at night
How much they have accomplished ?
The number of people they have diminished?
Or their high school legacy
All the while the brains of the society sit aside
Watching, observing, predicting
They know
They know.
They have observed the weak trump the strong
The dumb oppose the brilliant
And they become cynicists
Realists
Pessimists
They're all analogous anyhow.