A beginning, an end,

And just a maze in between,

Back and forth its walls they bend,

And a lot less nice than mean,

Here lies the meaning of the fool,

Laughing his way through it all,

Dancing his way across the cesspool,

Waiting inevitably for the fall,

Ready and waiting,

The drop off creeps up,

And as the floor falls out,

His smile never fades,

Falling to the end,

His laughs echo can still be heard