Sensation's Circuit -- Albert Mobilio

Tamed and humanized by purest antiquity
I'm quite the smoked up hoax
My mouth scuffs each physical verb
so face to face can last
enough to rub us in

It's ruinious, this body's dumb fate,
an iron-clad denial, a prisoner's lyre
When you look down
from my trusty old ladder
what you see is really just bait

Face to face whenever you're asked for
There are stages on which you can hide
I'm solo, mesmerized
and very discretely sought
Come on, that skull is perceptibly fake