He danced
He danced a well choreographed dance
And he also danced
He danced a stereotype of a dance
They saw the dance
They saw all the dance through the lens of a judgement
They saw with a sense of judgement
They pounced on that one
They pounced on that one with a jaundice of a judgement
Saying he was a dunce
For he belonged there…out there
But praise they showered on this one
Showered through some coloured lenses
He is a gem! they proclaimed
For he belonged here…right here
Mediocrity sprang from the very interior…of the the city’s inferior
They chose the other’s dance
Said his dance was the dance
Even when his dance fell short of a performance
Even when the dancer fell flat on his art
Applause uploaded upwards…saying his was a smart act
Mediocrity reeked from the very interior…of the city’s inferior
A dance came for a chance to make a mark from zero
For a mark to mark one as a hero
The dance traversed the full distance
Dance they danced…to their ability’s best
Dance they danced…to their limit’s fullest
Dance they danced…to choreography
Alas! when the verdict was pronounced
It was a travesty of choreography
They pounced on that one
And said he was a nuisance…a dunce
They chose the other’s dance
Mediocrity soared above the interior…of the city’s inferior
The mass of the masses had a chance…to judge the dance
They said that was a chance for the ‘dunce’
It was the dance of the ‘dunce’… that clinched the chance
Still the dance of the ‘dunce’ was bounced
For they nursed animosity without a cause
They raised the dance of that one…to rise above the sky’s sun
Mediocrity sailed through the interior…of the city’s inferior
II
A ‘hero do little’… danced only a little
To prove his little mettle
But he garnered more than a little sprinkle of glittering letters…and titles
This…from a partisan class of the masses
They bowed to the daft dance of this crooked dancer…for dancing flat
They booed the deft dance of that agile dancer…for dancing right
Mediocrity spelled the doom from the very interior…of the city’s inferior
