Last Saps Standing 

Frantic fake laughs self-imposed as odd overlay over humble narcissist composure A kind of superstitious belief in endearing fate of optimist glue meant to waystay love-hate's Ubiquitous arrogance strangely construed version of remaining reality unglued Of powered up hallucination all's well when everything's vaguely tumbling to hell 

While cloudless silver linings of sky fortell the folded death of how slyly all who've fallen fell