Charlatan

Lord love a duck

You’re a quack, quack, quack

Quacked

Crazy man, perhaps a fraud

The pretender who believes

You can be as mortal men

The circus folk they point

Yonder goes the charlatan

His clown face painted down

Look here, his bright red nose

And tears across the ground

The great imposter exits

Removes his painted trial

To fade again into himself

Reflects empathic sentiment

Regroup, reform, recover