Now there's a man the living tool of Satan. He charges forth while others are debating. Conniving cocky knave with all the trimmings. I know one thing will trim him down â€” women.. In women he meets deep authority. In them he feels his old dependency.. . He sniggers at the Good Book mocks the priss and prim. Does anything for pay if it will pay. And since he knows what ladies do to him. He thrusts them well out of his way.. All through the day he swears. He's self denying then dusk descends. And once again he's lying.. They're all the same in meeting love's confusion. Poor noble souls get blotted in illusion. The one who swore he could escape the clinches. Who is it that entangles him wenches. It fain resists their lush authority. Before him stands his old dependency.. . He harked the ten Commandments. Trod the tried and true would godly be and Golden Rule obey.. For lunch ate frugally a grape a two. Survived on one pure thought a day.. He screamed "I've mastered it without half trying". Appears the moon and once again he's lying..