Do thugs have anti-halos suited well
to definite approaches to their work?
To seem lethargic covers coming hell
when losing all restraint they are berserk.

Do better keep their good-ways drive intact
to carefully inspect their maybes charm?
To seem at ease demands ignoring facts
when rye and whiskey soon will trip alarms.

Do vengeful ever have capacity
to see that what they ravaged they may need?
To seem insensitive proclaims carefree
when all is shrinking never to succeed.

Do we become whatever we pretend
to seem to be the almost perfect friend.