In the realm of reality's playful plot,
Dwelled a master of disguise, a man named Scot.
With a spirit wild, impossible to be caught,
He'd dance between personas, a kaleidoscope of thought:
One moment as a poet, turning sour rhymes sweet,
Next, a cranky farmer, complaining of his wheat;
A peaceful Zen monk in the calm of the day,
Then a daring detective in a noire mystery play.
But amid the confusion, here’s what’s funny, friend,
Each personality knew they were just pretend!
In the end, we learned, though Scot was quite unique,
He showed us different sides we all, too, subtly speak.
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