A Cautionary Tale
Rogues have no excuse for what they do.
Sometimes they are idle, that is true.
Often they are busy bringing grief,
Feigning virtue while they play the thief.
Seldom do they ponder their intent.
No excuse is offered, none is meant.
Full of charm and easy cunning guile,
They would use their polished, wicked wile
To betray a victim's sacred trust
For a passing moment's share of lust.
Listen not to their false promises;
Be instead true doubting Thomases.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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