Birth Records?

I say, what mockery is this

Mistreatment of reported facts

Of possible surrealist acts

I protest thy visage here

Scribed in ancient atmospheres

Be gone, oh scribe of worthless note

While the honorious you smote

What vile you spew, wrench and shape

Speak true, unwield your villainous cape

I say off with you, I give no trust

Your words are no more to me than dust.