Artifice

Under layers of self-perpetual muck 
The quack is not going to be stuck
Your rejection convention won't suppose 
A new set of birthday clothes 

For underneath the pile of change 
Is paper, naked blank total range 
Farcical nonsense written in curses 
Faded dark brightness passably verses 

Won't the fool tell the king 
Your phone ain't gunna ring 
For the casual effect 
You're made up, defect