Wrong-A-Gong-Gongs

I am the wr-wr-wrong-a-gong-gong,
resounding and requite.
And when I'm done making pointless noise--
I make some more into the night.

Wrong-a-gong-gongs don't sleep,
they stay up for days on end.
They bong and gong in vain and gest,
And never comprehend.

Wrong-a-gong-gongs like mystery,
faith and mountains too!
Doesn't matter since life is nothing,
which they express with much ado.

Wrong-a-gong-gongs like time alone,
but time with others better still!
They have no taste for what can be known,
and can fake fellowship with skill.

Wrong-a-gong-gongs try to think,
to run, to eat, or write.
They do naught but bong and gong,
making empty noise by day and night.