Masquerade

it’s a masquerade 

with our eyes wide open

and without the monumental orgy,

it’s a masquerade

where only the blonds get laid

and the brunettes get horny,

it’s a fetish the sadists crave,

touching up the dead,

it’s a masquerade 

with a wig, imitation breasts

and a prosthetic ‘leg-over’,

it’s an OCD organ donor

that’s donated everything

including his heart,

the masks we never forfeit 

are the masks we die wearing,

it’s a masquerade,

we’re all playing a role 

without baring our soul