drum beats on
The drum beats on, heard far and wide
hands clap in perfect rhyme.
Late at night she hears a mournful sigh
“Give it up!” a disembodied voice begs!
“For how much longer will you beat
your own drum?”
“Surrounded by a bunch of paid knaves
enslaved by your conjuring tricks!
They clap when you caw, screech, hoot
to subdue the sweet singing
of a humble meadow lark
oblivious of your jealousy!”