There’s the image of a manWho commands a high opinionBut he hides his hatred with a sheepish grinAnd beside him flanking closelyAre the boisterous hollow massesWho lap up whatever trickles inThis intercourse of nature,This vulgar social pastimeReflects the lowest mark of our progressAnd the few who ride peripheralMaintain subtle advantageFighting hard to abstain and redressDo you know your placeIn the big charade?Are you more than they?Leaders and followersLeaders and followersRecognition by proximityAnd a brand new faceJust a smidgen of success pieAnd a pinch of social graceYou can play with the big boysOr you can tell them what to doBut sooner or later there’s another one like youThe voyeuristic publicOf which we’re all a partMaintains perspective on the human playAnd while many have desiresOf joining in the showMany turn and go the other wayTell me do you know your placeIn the big parade?