But now I am Luke Skywalker
Tho’ tomorrow, you’ll see me
As I ought to be, the Emperor
Activist in a forgotten history
Then Minister of Parachuting
Yes, I can metamaphose easily
From black, white to anything
Catch me if you can, I am the
Entertainer of the salacious,
Then like a flash of lightning
Becoming Mufti of all pious
My syrupy honey tongue, ten
Metres long – all the better
To catch you common lalat’s
With words sweet and tender
Of many hue, size and shape
Yes, I am indeed a chameleon
Breaking bread with an Islamist
Or bosom buddy of a neocon
Once I wallowed in a cesspool
'ere I was driven out by a tiger
Now I am your white Paladin
Not many can detect my odour
Like a mischievous Eris I flung
Into the anagrammatic KOJI
A Mongolian apple of discord
Which says
A word meaning ‘to the fairest’
Why, that’s me, aku, I, wah
Sweet words, all ye lemmings,
For your Most Majesty, Moi
Note: lalat = Malay for houseflies
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