the apparently perfect but frankly pathetic
vicious vindictive vindaloo vagabond –
waits patiently in the woods…
cavorting, careening, capriciously counting
the hidden, heart-broken humans –
and he, their thinly veiled villainous tormentor
laughs as he spins spectacular lies
in his lazy, lying-lie-face facile manner
watching as the look of love and longing arrives –
winking, nodding, watching over your shoulder
as he telegraphs his interest
to his next vulnerable victim.
Ah, Vindaloo Victorious again!! he thinks as he leans in for the kill.