You trust cant :
I just can’t .

Frazzle with the old
Razzle-dazzle !

From a can
Of canards,
Dust off the old cards ;

Flush of royal
Straight into rant .

All of those tumbling numbers
Sorted black and red
In solid proofs of Euclid .

Or maybe you’re shook
By an old dusty book ?

Discarding jazzhands and softshoe,
Forsooth,
What is truth ?

*[ WSB ]_.