What is life but a masquerade ball,
where pretense is the rule that masters us all?
It seems that I am alone in having the gall
to tear off my mask, and let it fall.
Suddenly pretenseless, I am defenseless,
ruse-less, tacitly screaming "Abuse this!"
Being maskless, I am by nature tactless,
affrontingly faithless, faceless, raceless.
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