M: IV: ...All the Bad Days Gone
Good at what I need to do,
I'm bad at what I like.
What I like's not normal-
goes from Lucifer to imp.
My wife is necessary.
She is on my side.
Happy with all I see,
I cannot look at anything
for doubting that it's there.
When I'm bad,
I do whatever I like.
I am free of care.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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