Parlor Fresco

On the parlor wall, a canvas frame Adorned with whispers of a fascist game A warped impression, born of decadence and sleep The perfect lie, where dreams and nightmares creep A stenciled girl with eyes of distant gray A masquerade of innocence, in every way Her beauty is a snare, a trap to ensnare The unsuspecting heart, with promise and with care But I see through the veneer, the artful disguise And in the darkness, I find my compromise On the parlor wall, a perfect crime A '68 FBI wanted poster, faded design A lazy Vargas pinup spread her thighs But I see only the thrill of pale, painted lies The Mona Lisa's smile, a ruse and a birth A masquerade of irony, dancing on moth- eaten earth She hides her truth, a promise kept from sight As I piss on the pyre, the charade takes flight