Clumsy Buffoons

Nothing gratifies, nothing satiates Many ways is there but few are worthy to tread Inside they inflate, push up from bottom But the volcano did not open up its mouth yet Red, black then they become white Silted motionless a bit in the pit colourless Cannot I fathom, moments pass and I forget I had a hill of lava in the region untouched They start breaking and frightening is its sound I run but they come back quick like stream I wish I could throw them out like flash of light But they gyrate and gyrate making it round I kick I push I press it to make it squire flat But like a rubber band they jump and hit the roof I sit and wonder what kinds of beast these are Annoying irritating noisy clumsy buffoons I wish I could thrash them or ban them all But alas! No crack yet developed in the wall.