No Man

He talked like a man,

But thought like a saint.

Looked for contrition,

But still no admission.

What had he done?

He walked down the streets;

People looked at him funny.

He didn’t care

He had the money.

He was no man.

I could paint a picture

If I can.

Illusive, obtuse

Often delusional;

He never thought that

Was unusual.

See people in shop doorways

Late at night,

Gave them money

For their awful plight.

And not being rude

Would say

‘Don’t waste it on food.’

Did not have a plan.

He was no man.

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