He lies; he cheats
He robs and steals
He hides it well
I’d never have guessed
He slaps; he wounds
He attacks and maligns
No thought for another
Well, he had me fooled
No regret; no apology
No sorrow nor remorse
He’s morally vacant
His approach is stealthy
No love; no care
No hug or affection
Cold-hearted indeed
I am shocked to the core.
* This character bears no relation to the individual spoken of in ‘Oh, What a Tangled Weave We Weave’