the bad guy has learned to write
his story and their stories: wicked ones
when they were kids, they stole all the avocados in town,
put feces on kettles, peeped on Ms. Cathy's panty,
tied a can on cat's tail which ran around the town crazy,
as a band they even burned a cogon land
and the three houses there
soon they killed and raped a girl, and well
crazy, with talent, and genius, still go free,
these bad guys have learned to write
and that is the beginning of how history can be
twisted in their favor of course
focusing on how parents have abused them
how society miscarried them
how poverty shaped criminals in their minds
these bad guys have mastered the art of
justifying how the badness of people come about
how they started as innocent babies without stains
how their hearts were once pure
angelic as they were once from the wombs of
their mothers, from the innocence of their
father's sperms
how lust brought them about
how love was defeated
and so they are now the bad guys
who in their badness are merely giving us
what is due us
we call ourselves good? if we must we must too
learn to write
justify, justify, how good must always triumph over evil
that crime does not pay
and if we cannot, let us be lawmakers
make the law that outlaws evil that outcasts the
badness
in all of us.
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