The Father, the bastard and the angel

Are you a swindler or a male whore
that does not fail to create many
illegitimates?

Are you a father that lacks morality?
You are better off an incompetent old
fool lacking in fertility.

What kind of man has no sense of chastity
Continues to deliver spawn
At such a great vastness

There is too much luster
In comparison to alcoholism
You are a bastard

You have no sense or care
as to your mannerism
To many women, your ways
are one of vampirism

You drain them to your heart’s content
Without any actual repent
You are the dark horse
That moves about with no remorse

The air is stale.

You are one hell of a red blooded male
No.
The wind is mute
There is a sudden refute

Somehow, someway
A guilty bell begins to ring
and sing at the back of your thoughts
You become eager to feed,
the many that are in need

You are a father, a bastard and an angel