not puzzling

he bluffs with disdain, no traces of scruples
lies at will, no perspiration, pulse, no telling
manipulates like smooth talk, no smiles with eyes
flowing this way, not being pricked even once..

is there no voice telling him right against wrong
or no moral to listen to voice, beastly thinking
he swears when he wants, maligns with truth
nothing hurting to others, selfish without blinking.

neither pious nor an atheist, not compassionate either
no holds barred, gets what he wants, never a tether
does beneficial things to himself, no one else exist for him
atrocious in his aims, crushing everyone alike in competition..

birds, booze, food.. all treated alike and fast for pleasure
loves straight skin or folded paper, but not chained ever to them
is he a maniac, gosh what is he? there’s no confining circle
no fear of impressions, no complex, brutal in all he has got.

intrepid of the dark, not a hiccup, treads the un-treaded path
no humility, vain for his credits, no interest in credit stealing
vociferous when needed, notorious most times..
no bad moments, no destiny crap, just things in his hands.

no unchartered villainy, wily by default, so so indifferent
no categorization, runs down the opposite sex, no qualms
is that a man to fear? is that one to be distant, who knows
what drives him, blatant so, right/wrong why, one of its kind..