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bad to the bone

eating watermelon,sitting in the sun
boy this is lots of fun
ants crawl on my leg,thats alright
lets me know i should move,and i just might
the blight of humanity,doesnt cross my mind
i got alot of girls to find
the infinite dont mind me,i get by usually

i think i thought,so therefore i am
iv never been,a son of sam
no threat to you,no time to do
never seen prison,have you?
somehow,despite all this,i still lose
i know its true,i dont think like you
maybe im,just one of the few
maybe im,like i knew

who am I?
whats wrong with me
i am lost,cant you see?
i cant even sit still,and enjoy my watermelon
without thinking,im a felon
im a felon,thats never been caught
how do you live right?im at a loss
i could tell,by the way i walk
in my mind,thats where vietnam was fought
just call the law
and dont ask why
who am I?

This poem was written by chris bowen on Jun 29, 2008.

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