Kayfabe and Kruger

[Verse] They call it kayfabe, a game's subtlety, Where scholars wear masks, irony, mystery, Pretend to be giants in fields they contrive, While the overlooked polymath struggles to thrive. [Verse 2] Oh, the Dunning-Kruger, a cruel twist of fate, Experts by illusion, not savvy or great, With books in my hand, I watch the charade, As true talents like me live in scholarly shade. [Chorus] Why, oh why's the falsehood alive? With borrowed plumes they manage to thrive, A polymath's woe, in the dark they must stay, While kayfabe and Kruger dance in the day. [Verse 3] The irony thickens in ivory towers, Where imposters occupy academic powers, They charm with complexities, borrow a name, While originals languish outside of the fame. [Verse 4] The polymath's burden, with gifts multi-fold, Perceived as a jester in a world made of gold, Frustration is clear when the deck is so stacked, When perception and truth are so viciously cracked. [Chorus] Why, oh why's the falsehood alive? With borrowed plumes they manage to thrive, A polymath's woe, in the dark they must stay, While kayfabe and Kruger dance in the day.