In the past few years

I have learned a few things.

Never trust a man who can be bought.

Never trust a man who thinks himself a man,

yet plays with shiny toys.

I know such a man.

He looks like a man.

At least I suppose he sees one in his mirror.

But I don't see others look at him as a man.

Others see him as a child. Pouting, unsharing.

Unreasonably uncontrollable.

A child who openly lies,

weaving his story into the fabric

than only his mother could love.

The fabric of this man's character

is what the rest of us flush down the toilet daily.