Loud voices in the distance, not a whisper at his table
Empty seats watch his lonely soul
With no one to talk to, he feels his life's unstable
People talk behind his back, he has no control.
Staring in space, a wrapper hits his face
He tilts his head, eye to eye with the Jerk
On his bum, he's been thrown out of place
Laughter erupts, he thinks he's going berserk.
He flashes past events, it fuels him with rage
His hands form into fists, an unleashed animal.
An easy target, it's time he sets the stage
Fired eyes seek harm, to others unimaginable.
Planting his feet, he rises high
Furious face, looking down at the crowd
Staring at the Jerk, about to make him cry
Knocked him out, never been more proud.