Rotten Kid (poem)

I was a rotten kid
When I was a little kid
I was an angry kid
I was number one

I was a green eyed son
Carried a loaded kid cap gun
I was more than Hollywood
I was a rotten kid

Everybody said I had it good
But I saw every storm to come
I hated every bum I
Was a rotten kid

Kid me not I could see
Every lie in every man
I could shoot down your plan cause I
Was a rotten rotten
Rotten kid

There was a time when I could say
I’d be some kind of love tomorrow
Don’t bother me with that today, my
Soul is filled with danger

It’s all so strange to know you want
To love someone so truly
They turn they break your heart
They twist the knife so cruelly

Like little kid like rotten kid
Some little kid from Dickens
Look you in the eye could
Tell if you was chicken

Every man who’s got the guts
Ain’t nuttin’ but a rotten kid
Anybody tell you different
Got somethin they done hid
That’s right!

I was a rotten kid
When I was a little kid
I was an angry kid
I was number one

I was a green eyed son
Carried a loaded kid cap gun
I was more than Hollywood
I was a rotten kid

Everybody said I had it good
But I saw every storm to come
I hated every bum I
Was a rotten kid

(Fade out):
I..... was a rotten kid
I..... was a rotten kid
I..... was a rotten kid

Vincent B. Rain
aprox. age 14,
circa 1966

(written for the gothic dark comedy
play/screenplay “Moons of Dracula” to vamp the “Rotten Kid gang”)

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