His martinis were dry
His reds were bitter
His lagers were dark
His coffee preferred black

He was stubborn and mean
His insults cut to the bone
He kept his house and record clean
His heart often rivaling stone

He loved few, respected less
He saw things scientifically, with math
Every problem logical, situations chess,
Yet he was lost, knowing no path

You could not touch him beyond skin
Only one or two had seen beyond his eyes
He valued those who held within their sin
And who did not let out cries.

But he did let a few in to his mind
These people saw its fatherly side
To them he would silently act kind
But they didn’t know it was all for pride.