Manson Bundy Poem by Raj Dronamraju

He spoke well, he dressed well
He had just what they needed
He had a touch of the bad boy about him

Women of the West are so superficial
They live in a society that both exploits and represses them
Convinces them to wear low-cut clothing and then condemns them for it

When he comes knowing your deepest, most innermost thoughts
Working your insecurity like a miner works a vein of gold
You'll let him lure you down a deep, dark hole

Like you'll follow Charles Manson and Ted Bundy
When they play on your sympathies with both fake and real tales of an injured existence
And make you feel powerful and listened to for the first time in your life

And when he asks for something in return
Same as the people who eat too much
You will gobble up without knowing when to stop

His father was the jailhouse
His mother was a beaten down victim
His girlfriends lacked self-awareness and died with a sense of relief