Old men are just depraved, we find,
There is nothing that I could
Have done to stop his sick old mind
From ruining the neighborhood
Parties that we once thought fun
Must now cease, it’s understood
Stay away the sick’s begun
Stay away for your own good
Grandfather-like he welcomed in
Little children, unawares
Rousing himself from his sleep
Oversight of vacant stares
Maybe it was just because
His brain was simply overtired
But slyly with unnerving jaws
His twisted mind became inspired
And snap, he tried to clamp them shut
On one so innocent and young
She dodged the trap and in her gut
It felt like she’d just been stung
Repeatedly she’s made to tell
Each tittle till the record's straight
She’s told forgiveness is the way
To handle his untoward state
And I stood idly by back then
A selfish little punk was I,
‘Only wished it hadn’t been
For my own serving each July
Enlightening it was to me
The sugar-coating thus removed
The world’s a cesspool, I can see
Monsters are real, it’s been proved
What’s more, oh sad epiphany,
The foul force within that man,
Exists a smidgeon deep in me,
Though full expulsion is the plan
It’s extant in the meat and bones
But I have yet to comprehend
Why that which speaks in dulcet tones
With animal-weakness can’t contend