His identity -
very slippery,
he's living in a fantasy.
His shape-shiftery
is a novelty
that disconcerts humanity.
His identity
is a mystery
and has been throughout history.
Blending seamlessly
in society,
he plays his part convincingly.
He will lie with ease
‘cos he wants to please.
It's down to his psychology.
A chameleon -
he remains anon -
distributing uncertainty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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