Every Trick in the
Book
It
might start out one misty morning
with
a highwayman on horseback
emerging
on a lonely road.
His
dark eyes flash beneath his hat
and,
for good measure, if you will,
he
wears a mask as expected.
What a liberty, the scoundrel
never
gets his true comeuppance
but
leaves his crestfallen victims
by
the roadside tied up with their
own
apparel.
His mistresses
in
York and London do not know
he
doesn’t love them but he is
heir
to a fortune not in need
of
all the bounty that he loots
from
passing traffic, he’s only
in
it for the devil in him
treats
it as cheap entertainment.
