The icy sheath is the artifice,
You don't notice until you slip and fall
Now isn't this nice
Once you look back and appalled
A face so docile with a giant crack
Glowing red and pulsing
Heavy bags of silver plaques
Fooled by that laughter convulsing
His foolery is your ambrosia
At last you face reality
The man you thought cherubic
Lost in his clownish sea
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 4:32 PM UTC
The icy sheath is the artifice,
You don't notice until you slip and fall
Now isn't this nice
Once you look back and appalled
A face so docile with a giant crack
Glowing red and pulsing
Heavy bags of silver plaques
Fooled by that laughter convulsing
His foolery is your ambrosia
At last you face reality
The man you thought cherubic
Lost in his clownish sea
We don't always see what's really going on
