Madman 1The first of many

There once was a madman, with a golf club in hand, a grifter, a liar, and a cheat, who was at one time in demand. He walked the fairways, with a smile so wide, unaware of the truth, that others saw, an orange hued madman, who was so unkind.

He’d take a shot, and then he’d grin and grin, cheating his way, to a win, and win he did. He thought he was clever, with his lies so bold, unaware that his actions, had left others so cold.

He’d tell tall tales, of his golfing skills, and grin from ear to ear, as he took the bills. But others saw through him, a man so immoral, a sad and lonely figure, a madman without a care except for winning a quarrel.

He thought he was a winner, in this game of life. But little did he know, he was causing strife; he was a badman, a madman, and a cheat. And yet he did not know, how others saw his deceit.

He was lost in his own world, a world so full of lies. A world where he was king, with a crooked smile. But the truth was plain to see, for all to know.
A madman, a badman, who actually lost, and had nowhere to go.