He
is some say, a decent sort of sinner
He
is kind to little children; he doesn’t kick his dog.
But
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
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.
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