Analysis of THAT FELLOW

That one fellow
That doesn't give a damn
Though it's hands are cold and chilled,
Yet unpleasant and not soothing.

It comes with no sound or alarm
Yet loud enough that even the deaf hears.
It finds it's way to the field
And plants it's seed
Even when it's not the planting season.

Do this fellow know karma's a thing?
No I don't think so.
For ages it's been going around
Yet, it never came around
And karma never said a thing.

A friend to none,
An enemy to all
And to some a frenemy
That one fellow.