He wooed me with a paucity of tact

He wooed me with a paucity of tact
Assumption is the enemy of gain
Good manners were a quality he lacked

He teeth were yellow, more,  his brain was cracked
He did not leave and neither would remain
He wooed me with a paucity of tact

He did not know his fantasy from fact
Upon this earth his face would bring all shame
Good manners were a quality he lacked

For my boundaries ,he’d no respect
He  did not even try to entertain
He wooed me with a paucity of tact

Keep a little mystery ice packed
Never tell the time  nor give your name
Good manners are a quality most lack.

As Wittgenstein  has mentioned, life’s a game
But time flows on so we can’t play again
He wooed me with a paucity of tact
His manners turned to malice , Facebook tracked