Poetry/Prose: Shape Shifters

Inspired by the "harmonious" cohabitation of extreme poverty & opulent wealth and the people who cross that great divide


They're the ones who will be there to have a "good" time
To rock the Prada, Armani and Luis Vuittons
And when chanced with nii hao? They respond muy bien gracias, ca va bien and mangi fii rekk
They hold it down with the heavyweights and don't bat an eyelash when a minister looks them over
And with their airconned lifestyles they hop from house to car to office and back again
But don't be fooled, they don't belong. 
They're just shape shifters, simply attuned to the world around them
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Then there are those who'll join a good 5-6-7-8 other mouths around the dinner table
And with tummies still a-growling, they'll paste a smile and say "Thanks, I really am full now"
With empathy signed off in their gaze you don't feel embarrassed when you can't pay the dollar equivalent for a piece of bread
Alas, they haven't but 50 cents to their own names 90% of the time
But don't be fooled, they don't belong
They're just shape shifters, simply attuned to the world around them

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Some might call them opportunisitc, others might call them saints
More still might accord them the title of word mongers, while the rest title them 'our very own mouthpiece'
Whatever the title, whatever the role, it doesn't matter because they really don't belong
They're just shape shifters simply attuned to the world around them

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However you regard them, whatever side of the plane you're on
One thing can be said of these ever present, never really theres
They're the bridge across the great divide, the borderline crazies
The Robin Hood troops who witness from the rich to teach the poor
AND/OR
The treacherous pranksters who unveil exploitation schemes
They're the happy medium between hot and cold, the life line between 
Aside that however, don't be fooled, cos they don't really belong
They're just shape shifters simply attuned to the world around them

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