No-One in Particular

He is some say, a decent sort of sinner

He is kind to little children; he doesn’t kick his dog.

He has no little children; he doesn’t own a dog.

He is some say, a decent sort of sinner.

He is some say, a decent sort of fellow

Always kind, compliant, mild, accommodating,

Never rude, never raucous, never prating,

In outward appearance he is sweetly mellow.

But he has no moral compass, he has lost his way.

All light and flash without, all dark within,

Nonetheless he is a decent sort of sinner

Who is never ever late for dinner.

Everywhere he goes everybody loves him.

Everywhere he goes nobody knows him.