History of being bad

Like you, I was born good,

A loaf of bread just out of the oven.

It didn't last long.

I was still at the breast

When I went bad.

I stayed bad for some time.

It was a game, being bad,

But I played it badly.

By accident,

Sometimes I was good.

For years

I performed good works
Badly.

Then I became neither good nor bad.

I traveled the world

Making friends and trouble.

I became a silkworm.

I became a Lost and Found.

I sang lullabies and drew blood.

I threw my health away

And fell in love with my wife.

I am thinking about

Becoming bad again,

Which is good.

                                                   -- Geneva, October 3, 2003