Name Me

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I am wicked in a good way
Very caring and heartless
Respectful, polite and mannerless
I consider others and do things my way
I always boast about my humility
Delight in bragging about my lowliness
Robbed a widow, killed a man, showcasing my holiness
The Young children I molested, I showed genuine pity
I did all I could to help people, especially criminals
My conscience is active and clear when I'm sinning
To feel good I do all the bad I can to the living
Out of justice, the suffering I give is perennial
I saved an old woman who almost fell today and took her pulse for my effort
That's how I go about risking my life for others
Never expecting nor accepting rewards, for we all are brothers
My duty is to keep you alive and your valuables export
I am dignified and justified in all I do
I don't get to feel regret
If I make a mistake, I try to forget
That's how I get vindicted in all I do
So now I'm happy in deep sadness, glad in glum
I smile always with many frowns
I've been given a good bad name in various towns
Now in all candor, I urge you to name me therefrom!

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©SirKel, Poem 122.
Precious Poetry™