A rambling man
                Without his senses,
                Drunk,
                A "comic",
                That's what he says he is.
                Singing meaningless tunes
                From the past.
                The conductor quiets the man
                So full of pain,
                On the near empty train.
                A fool speaks to him,
                And again the rambling begins.
                The fool leaves
                And the drunk babbles again,
                Meaninglessly, 
                To himself.
                Speaking of worthless things,
                Is this man who would be king,
                Or so he says.