If it Weren't for Those Meddling Kids

as if unmasked bankers
can bet the farm
i inhabit the carnival
because i enjoy mirrors
& the sound of pipeorgans
down in my hideout
in love with my moustache
a big claude rains rouse
all shadows and sepia
humming the marsaille
& other overused sound tracks
to the average movie goer
i say it's to blend in but
they all notice me hiding