An 'honourable thing' wrapped round me
Exuded dignifying perception
Not of me, nor myself
Mirror told what it saw
That neighbour won't see beyond
/swindler once wore it
But the clergy down the street
Never misses it, not for a service
He wore it and I saw a clergy
The swindler did but I saw no swindler
This suit had hid him
Concealed his inclinations
Glorifying his absent repute
There was an error of perception
Criminals never look one
When in suit
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