I'm surrounded by idiots;
There's not half a brain between them.
Minds filled with shoes, romance,
Perfumed secrets and chopped promises.
There is nothing sacred to them.
A secret told in confidence today-
- is fodder for gossip tomorrow.
Judging by every whistle and bell;
Never looking to the jewels inside.
There is nothing that can aid-
-these poor, lost fools
Caught in their own little universes
where the sun indeed......
does revolve around them