He relishes in the untouched, the unclean. He has no teeth, nor morality. Wears the same bib overalls day after glorious day, spraying them every once in a while with cologne, so someone thinks he is clean. His name is Absentia.. This is his story..
Tick tock, his watch is chiming
Once he sees her, it is perfect timing
The air is moist and smells of mold
She’s feeling ill, it is probably a cold.
He tells her of his great fortune and past
With a grin and shake of the dice, “AT LAST!”
He’s found one that believes his tale
She’s rather large, but not really a whale.
He tells her this, then tells her that
Because it’s a ‘relationship’, they have a spat.
He tells her she will regret her life!
But in a second he’ll call her his wife.
Truly, the man is nothing but a fool
Absentia goes by no man fearing rule.
Not what he says, nor where he lives
It is lies and misfortune, this man gives.
He is a Cuban National with an English accent
That lives in Dublin in an American tent.
When he is lonely he looks for other prey
When a woman catches on, she is forced away.
Nobody can blame him for this game that he plays
It fills his night with a smile and entertainment in his days.
He will make you seem like you are an absolute joy
But really you are just his current toy.
On his deathbed he may confess to his crimes
How many women, and how many times.
There was one woman he never got to betray
She’s writing a poem about a man at play.
If he says he will come to you, don’t hold your breath
Maybe he will, but it will be after your death.
If you ever find this man come your way
You can’t send him home, he is a stray.