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What a Fella

What a fella what a lovely fella happened their way
What a generous fella to kindly offer all these gifts and his services for free
He was of the mind to give them some of his grub
But he waited until it got rank and mouldy first
He then offered them a sip of his tea
But thought it best to spit in it first 
He was generous with his backhanded compliments
never missed a beat in his dance of deceit 
his two faced stance well maintained to entice the flies to his web
Bothered to put on a show to appear likeable and relatable too, what a gent
As he knit picked at their lives and put a spin on every word they uttered 
he meant to gently pump them up for intel for reasons known only to himself 
A mission that sadly bounced hard and flopped 
For that last bit I blame who ever created the character of James Bond
Has the likes of him curtain twitching and meddling for dear life
Convinced every foreign woman wants to get their mits on them, I mean resounding yuck please!
His exotic fare he elaborately served on a bed of fake pleasantly, seasoned with a dash of bogus laughter 
He seemed appalled that they could be handed a chance at anything at all
before he got to take at least ten more chances that he doesn't even need
God forbid anyone else aside from him gets any upliftment 
Joy should start and end only with him and his kin
and compassion should only ever be pointed his way
He enjoys his loot only when others stay beneath him, and thrives when disparity amounts 
There is a hole where this man's soul ought to be 
And that's if it was ever there in the first place 
Maybe all he ever had is this humongous gaping emptiness 
that he has to fill at all odds because its eating him alive
It seems it can only ever be filled by him generously spreading misery and contempt
He tries to fill it with greed and a haughty demeanour 
Little does he know it will never suffice 
Somethings no amount of wealth can ever buy
Maybe he never got enough hugs as a child 
I mean one might be born into abject poverty 
but it never stops their parents from raising loving compassionate children, one hug at a time
Sometimes that's all a soul needs to thrive 
What a fella, poor fella with a stone for a heart
and pockets weighed down by gold

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