Behind this countenance
An evil man’s betenoire
Ebullience of an eccentric
A liar’s verisimilitude
This counter to thy acumen
A virgin’s chastity, sombre
Nemesis of a prudent lyric
A veil for the fortitude –
Deities of all the nations
Keepers of all good deeds
Verily had thee denounce –
The countenance of pretence
That hears the tact of thy pace
It does not know that, it is –
In all honesty, it cannot be
As a child laying on a chest
Yet to walk and know –
Ebullience of an eccentric
That cannot find medicine
In all the world to hide –
A liar’s verisimilitude
Goodness it chameleons
A mock to his temperance
Deities of all the nations
It does not know that, it is
A veil for the fortitude
Yet to be born a politico
Like a film that is a craft
That holds humanity to be
An evil man’s betenoire –
A preacher with his virtues
Keepers of all good deeds
Smiles turn into giggles
Giggles turn into gaggles
It is found in she and he
As it seems to be, truth –
Do not be deceived by it
