The Good, The Bad And The Ugly Poem by George BernardBloodyShaw

GOOD

I try to be nice
Tho' not sugar and spice.
I'm slugs, snails,
Puppies dogs tails.

I think I'm good
To what's around.
My mood - OK
Tho' grief may abound.

I'll give
NOT take.
Avoid the error
Of a mistake.

Try to mirror
Happiness
And not be a fake.

BAD

Here may be
Things NOT nice.

We now talk officialdom,
You see.

Their kingdom,
You had better do this,
Do that,
Oh!
And do the other...

Pay,
That's give.
For others to take
And waste
With haste.

We know WHO...

So we'll give 'bad' a boo.

UGLY

No wings or fins,
Antenna or gill,
But THEY rule still
On just two pins.

Their two arms,
We have no qualms.
We can burrow,
Fly,
Swim,
At our whim.

Just something we do.

No human
Has a clue.

They have airs and grace.
They leave us
Little space.

It's a sin
What human thing
Can do.

We can fly
Thru' the air.
If you think
That's unfair,
We can breathe
Water, too.

We don't need a coat
When cold is about.
YOU DO!

You use money
For your milk and honey,
WE DON'T!

Supermarkets could have a bug.
Sometimes that's US!

But back to the jungle
Of ordered life
That we don't bungle.

You'll see in time
We'll still be in our prime
When that 'prime' being
Who never was
All-seeing,

Is extinct.