He just moves,

walks and smiles,

goes about chores

and many tasks,

he eats so well

at such fine sites,

leads a handsome life,

wears fine clothes,

walks in great shoes,

he is a god in bed,

no doubt about that.

But...do not make

the fatal mistake

of thinking he cares...

he cares for no one,

he just performs well,

he is a cardboard man.

There are no feelings

in that cold, icy heart,

it only pumps blood.

He is just a nice figure,

a body to dream about,

but do not think he cares,

he does not, he never will,

he is just a cardboard man.