Never Not Liked Someone

I've never not liked someone.

That doesn't mean I like everybody. 

In the grand scheme of things, I like few people.

Still, there's no people I don't like.

No person's flaw is truly bad.

No person's virtue is truly good

That is, until I met this one man?

"Man" is too strong a word for this boy.

Sometimes I wish I could give him a facelift with my fist.

This is coming from a man who reported himself for hurting a fly

There's a moral to the story:

there's no morals to some people.

At least they have no compass.

Just a map they found on the ground,

never questioning where it came from.

They're not always lost either.