fastidious

no waxed mustache to twirl
no train tracks on which to tie the girl
still, in knots you've left her
insides twisted
composure cracked
the deck against her stacked
fastidious once in appearance and mind
now she finds
no cause to fight the grasp
of despair's ragged claws
she is disheveled and distraught
no cartoon villain
could have wrought destruction greater
and no Do-Right here to save her
she must find the will herself to save
giving more despite all she gave
to you, cruel caitiff
dastard and bastard
you took despite
her plaintive cries
yes, she is pitiable
but you, despised