You’re A Bad Man

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You’re a bad man

A great big bear of a bad man

My number one fan

But still a bad man

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You’re a quiet thinker

A brooding, sultry, quiet thinker

A bit of a drinker

But I like a thinker.

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Stop doing that.

You know what I mean

I can see your thoughts

And they’re none too clean

Because you’re a bad man

A great big bear of a bad man

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You’re broken goods

Self inflicted broken goods

You’re not out of the woods

My broken goods.

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You’re crushed inside

Bruised and hurt and crushed inside

There’s no where to hide

That you’re crushed inside

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I’ve told you once

I won’t say it again

I can see your thoughts

So weak are men

Especially when… you’re a bad man

A great big bear of a bad man.

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Still, I like having a fan.

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(I performed this poem at Write Out Loud in Wigan this November 2009)

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