The scavenger

Glistening under the noon day sun,

He potters around aimlessly
His charm you just cannot miss, he is on top of his game
Sweeping you off your feet when he is at his best
A well toned body oiled with an excess of alcohol
Makes for good eye candy though not much else

Limited conversation for there's no substance in his brain
A great entertainer but the stories tend to get a bit stale
A cheat, a two timer a disrespectful male whore
You can have a bit of fun but nothing more

If you think he is a good friend, you better think again
He is good at what he does and convinces you he is the real thing
Women are so foolish they would betray their best mate
To play a few seconds in this losers game

He feeds on garbage at the bottom of the food chain
If you fill his stomach he will repay you well
His attention span is limited
The roving eye takes very short breaks
He is a trained hunter, he'll no sooner be back to his game