Mr. Able

He sat quietly
With his smug smile
Cracking whips with his words
Dark windows opened to his soul
Showing how evil his thoughts truly were

He watched with intense heat
In between snarls
Daggers ripped from his eyes
As bellowing laughs
Dripped from his chapped lips

This was a fabulous idea
He chuckled to himself
Mine all mine
As his eyes priced his stolen worth

He married the rich mans daughter
Playing his part well
So she never once question his intentions
Of only wanting the gold

She was consumed in
His mental imagery world
Breathing his impostor smiles
He branded her naive body
As her eyes wore his blinders

Quickly he strip her innocence
As she learned to love the game
Sporting the green
Living the attitude that rose with it

Her father used to question his ability
To run the business
Dollar signs proved his conniving skills
So her fathers smile grew

He didn’t care
Whose feet he trampled
Or whose purse he emptied
As long as his habit was fed

His pacifier
Was richly coated
So many sweet tooth clients
Never had a chance

No one acknowledge
Or even tried to fight his plans
When one did
Those mysteries will never be solved

Other’s turned their heads
Kept their mouths shut
Wearing stupid masks
Screaming when alone

He had so many fooled
Sweet baby face
Chiseled body
Pearly whites hiding his split tongue

He even held a place in the church
A deacon
Whose wisdom was requested
How to keep a happy marriage

Funny thing is
Other happy followers
Didn’t know
His many cheating secrets

Someday
Karma will take her place
And introduce herself
Pulling him in his

Till then
I hope peeps open their eyes
And realize
He’s just a bundle of lies
SunShineGirl
9-6-05