A Feather At a Wall

Chaos
Or is it preordained
Glorious glockenspiel
Vain hideous game
Party
Such a lonely host
Playing with paperdolls
Nothing approaching a peer group
Fill us full of wonder
A feather at a wall
Mixing the miasma
Almighty alchemist
Wholly self-serving
Arty
But hardly a victimless stunt
Forming
So spontaineaos
All alone and eager
To
Show the converted who's boss really
O so rather sad
All that trouble gone to
For
Just a puppet put on the back