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Friday, July 23, 2021

bad


by horace p sternwall



georgie and kathy were bad people
they burned everyone in sight
they got on a bus to tulsa
and rode through the american night

they packed their bags and hit the road
rather than take their lumps
and left behind a smoldering trail
of angry marks and chumps

georgie and kathy got off the bus
at the station on the outskirts of town
but the station was closed for the night
causing georgie to frown

are there any crosstown buses running
he asked of an elderly bum
who was crouched beside the station
awaiting the morning sun

the bum looked up at georgie
through eyeballs red and dim
but addressed his reply to kathy
so graceful and so slim

the bum was pontius pilate
atoning for his sin
but when he made his statement
he could not help but grin

ain’t no buses at all, he quoth
in this part of the world
i am sorry to tell you so
because you look like a nice girl

you should go back where you came from
and marry a nice young man
and have ten or twelve children
because that is the master plan

now you may think i am only a bum
and know not whereof i speak
but i have seen it all and more
when the world was not so bleak

kathy considered the withered wretch
and her lips curved in a smile
she could have cussed him out
but that was not her style

thank you for your advice, she said
i know it is sincerely meant
the road has many turnings
but in only one direction is bent

empires have risen and fallen
since humans crawled out of the slime
but there will be a final judgment
and now happens to be the time

meanwhile we poor rounders
must wander as we will
bound to the wheel of fate
as it rolls up and down the hill

if there is no one here to take us
we must walk the road alone
taking no prisoners
and never going home

never going home because
a home we never had
some are born to sing and pray
but we were born to be bad

hearing these unrepentant words
pontius disappeared
and a flower by the roadside
shed a silent tear

every day is judgment day
and every night a witches fest
the road runs on forever
and mother knows best




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