Bad

Bad

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell

I have good days and bad days,
good weeks and bad weeks,
and good months and bad ones.
I am more often bad than good,
but I will always crave to be more,
than "bad" in all its big scary context,
and in its accurate definition:
[verb] 1.    the act of being unable to remove oneself from a mattress lacking sheets
     2.    to constantly tell more little white lies as "insurance"
             3.    to use others for one's perpetual personal advantage
[synonyms] - inferior, inadequate, synthetic, rough, me

© 2014 Emmy J.M. Powell


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Emmy J.M. Powell
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