Bad apple
what they're calling me
they say the fruit
doesn't fall far from the tree
deformed
I've reformed many times
dues paid in blues
crowned for my crimes
refrigerator mother
daddy MIA
razor blade for breakfast
a cold front on the way
chance and circumstance
danse macabre
opportunity to advance
I do enjoy the job
digging holes
with a smile and a spade
it never gets old
colors bleed and fade
bad attitude
an unhealthy addiction
to human misery
apathy my affliction
around the world
inside the mind
broke and battered
payment in kind
labeled and cataloged
filed and forgotten
statistically insignificant
from righteous to rotten
let me clue you in
I'm bound for eternity
you are not exempt
don't take it personally
it's only a job
with care and pride
at the end of the day
you're fit to be tied
corrupting youth
with mass appeal
vigor and venom
blissfully undead and unreal.
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