Tears and denials at trials of shape shifters,
One day professing their Christian ways.
And seen handcuffed the next,
Confessing trust they've betrayed.
As they are escorted through cheering crowds,
Exclaiming their support with them stays.
Shape shifters, petty crooks all bow-tied thieves,
Representing diverse constituencies...
Claim they had to address and perfect,
Being deceivers these days.
To appease the needs of everyone to please,
More of which are on a fast track quick.
Destined to be crazed with kept fantasies wished.
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