Names are strange
Letters you arrange
Meanings you rearrange
I find them strange
What's the point in a nickname?
Does my real name put you to shame?
Should I be ashamed?
Or maybe I should be flattered?
My real names just battered
Gone like it never mattered
So I guess you call me something else
My real name on the shelf
It's only my identities wealth
Names are so strange
Letters you arrange
Meanings you rearrange
I find them so strange
Does a nickname mean I'm not me?
Something else you must see
Or do you just prefer a mystery?
I guess it means I'm someone new
Anything I want to show to you
Just tricks I'll leave a little clue
I don't mind really this game
Of giving me these new given names
Each with their own individual fame
I just find names strange
Letters you and I arrange
Meanings you and I rearrange
I find them ever so strange
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