Turban.
Turban tilted rakishly
to hide the bald spot,
but how will that mask
the godlessness in your heart?
Such dandy twirled whiskers,
such fancy tripping speech
fool,death tomorrow
thumps on a slackened drum.
Your charade goes poof,
a miserable fart.
that was a really lovely poem. i really like it. 
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