The Bad
You rob for a job
Steal for a deal
Lie for a dime
Beg for gold eggs
Harass for the cash
Borrow for sorrow
Lend for dividends
Or busted amends
Shake hands with Satans
Party with fool hearty
Bulldogs and hogs
Who squander their money
Off in the fog
Folks say you’ll pay
One day what you’re due
Everyone’s got to live
Why can’t they let you?
Instead they choose to map out your course
And track you ‘round like pets on all fours
Scratching and pawing at every door
Are they living their lives?
Or are they living yours?
You see foes and friends
As equals in the end
No recourse to the law
You get what you want
Without breaking a jaw
It leaves evidence
Violence is prevalent
A service you keep secret
Like the president
Residents give uneasy side glances
Cops follow your steps like electric slide dances
“Say goodnight to the bad guy”
In footprints you’re steppin
When you feel the heat you’ve got 30 seconds
Maybe you’re wrong
But who really cares?
When you come along
All they can do is glare
poem by P.R. Prosper
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