Transvestite Ii
A corrupted life in constant mutation
With no recognition of nature’s concept,
A disposition without salutation
Hiding with the shadows he becomes adept.
Only after the removal of the night
Does one become exposed, an inner self plight,
To blend within the pretence of decency
His mirror the abridgement of prudency!
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2011
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