Do you think you re building a fortress?

Do you think you're building a fortress? What folly makes you believe?
Just look—it's a house of cards, frail, in colors that deceive.
You gloat over Aces so mighty, Queens brilliant and fair,
And Jacks, those dashing generals, in gallant, gleaming air.

You gaze at your grand creation, pride swelling in your chest,
A master architect, you dream—even Gaud; would be impressed.

Oh, what a captivating game, this stacking card by card!
I played it as a child and thought myself a wizard bard.
But now I'm grown much wiser, shed those fragile, childish fears—
Left behind the pretty towers built on dreams and empty cheers.

Your eye delights in every Six, each element, each part,
Two Jokers throne above, presiding with their mocking art.
You've raised what others couldn't dream, a structure tall and grand,
Where for them, no edifice could ever hope to stand.

You gaze at your grand creation...

And those who should cry "Fraud!" and shatter your fragile lie,
Proclaim you genius, mastermind, as they watch from on high.
They know the rules, the cruel game, its merciless laws—
Sometimes a simple Six can topple Aces' mighty flaws!