The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

I'm Evil

I was born one hopeless morn
when the Sun refused to shine
my Momma took one look at me
said Lord have mercy he's mine
and you can see he's evil
he's evil Lord
oh Lord why you make him like this?
so evil
ain't nothin good in him
he's blessed with a Judas kiss

when I was five evil sakes alive
I didn't need her anymore
when they came I was livin by my wits
she was lyin on the floor
and they said this is evil
this is evil Lord
oh Lord why you make him like this?
so evil
ain't nothin good in him
he's blessed with a Judas kiss

I went to see my Daddy
I heard he's evil too
he just smile when he see me comin down the road
said if you're my boy I know what you're gonna do
when they came I hit the highway Lord
they found him slumped in his chair
now everywhere I go no one dare look me in the eye
but that don't mean they don't stare

they're thinkin I'm evil
and I'm evil Lord
oh Lord why you make me like this?
so evil
ain't nothin good in me
I'm blessed with a Judas kiss


Love to all in their worst moments,

- John O.

2 comments:

  1. Dear Dry,

    The sort of fellow who writes poems like this avoids mirrors. Nevertheless, your advice is excellent and I am not sure what happened to that fellow right this moment, so I shall go take a peek. Wish me luck!

    Thanks so much for your comment.

    - John O.

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