These People

The raucous expectation of delight
Gives way to overcooked satiety,
Revels give way to dark sobriety,
Urban renewal turns to urban blight,
Disaster to enchantment, day to night,
And hope to fear. Expect variety:
Loud songs, unpleasant faces, piety,
And negligence raised to an eerie height.

These people standing here in front of you
Are not a cross-section, fit for a poll,
But weirdos, oddballs, here and there a troll,
Unfit for anything, a fulsome crew
Of halfwits held in place with paper glue,
Despairing, like us, of becoming whole.