Ballad of the Trouble Kid.
I am the one that rises the hairs on the back of your neck and make you scratch your head in disbelieve,
I am the one that causes you hard ache and headaches that have your mind in a quandary when you think.
I do things that make people wonder why he did that and that which is not rational,
I do things off limits, weird and peculiar, off the wall, not reasonable and surely not fashionable.
I am the Marlon Brando riding into town on a motorcycle with my posse, filled with spice and vigor,
I am James Cagney playing the bad guy and doing irrational things with my finger on the trigger.
I get the good girl in trouble, I cause the parents to scream and the sheriff is after me for everything,
I steal the car, rob the convenience store for small change, I am the one they call deranged.
My destination is prison that is not a fact that I cannot dispute,
For my intentions are evil and my mind does not rationally compute.
Most wished I had never been born, I give nothing to this society,
But do not waste your time on my soul, for I have no room for piety.