Maddy never had a soul
Nor a trace of a heart.
Women to him, disposables
Only for promiscuous pleasure.
His love yous, deceitful ploys
To get what he wanted from them.
Stayed with rich ones for a while,
Didn’t mind being a temporary gigolo
Until he got bored and found a newer fling.
He died penniless, womanless, alone
Never contributing anything to the world,
Only using women unconscionably,
Breaking their tender hearts wantonly.
Where he went in the afterlife, a mystery.
Given his wanton, devilish ways,
Wonder how that factored into
His after death relocation.
If there’s no such thing as Hell
Where does a womanizing Manny go?
If there’s such a thing as reincarnation,
Maybe he’ll come back as a rabbit,
Given his prurient proclivities.
Bob Boyd
