In Sweet Stench of Fakery

Strafing stealthily to repel attacks,

Also in talks to create pacts,

The fronts of character shall come alive,

So busy bees we become in our hive.

Discussions of what we do for work,

Our fronts will determine "good" or "Burke",

But do not question so hastily,

As your assumption could be sickly.

Those that try to earn their crust,

Or those that charm with their musk,

So prizes can be won by luck,

Therefore your speech could be amuck.

Remember these fronts that we put on,

Are coping tools, as warm as the Sun,

Thus in sweet stench of fakery we play,

To create a brighter and better day.