The Evil Children

And so 
The very evil children 
Took the dog out to play in the park

Then they took him home
and refused
To set him on fire

They were evil, evil,evil children
And they refused to do 
as they were told

They would say,
"Why should we leave the elderly woman
In the middle of the Expressway?
Fuck you, we're not doing it."

Then they would go downstairs
And prepare
The Molotov cocktails.

Knowing full well
That when they were finished,

There was no way in hell
They were gonna blow up
The neighbors' barn
They were evil, evil, evil children.

All their lives,
People expected them to do bad.
They almost
Never delivered.
-John S. Hall

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