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

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

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