under the bridge

the only voice worth hearing now is mine
you have not said one thing to make me think
that in my argument there is a chink
since all you do is complain that i whine
of course i could my words and sense refine
and take a pause to wash and eat and drink
but then i might miss knowing nod or wink
and that would not be in any form fine
i've got to force you all to suit my whim
compel your awe and see you all bow down
although i've never been an honest guest
i'll shout and slobber in pretence of vim
disguise the fact that i'm another clown
and not think for one second i'm a pest