Bad To The Bone

Yeah Never
Owned
A Motorcycle
Yet in My Youth
The Girls
giggled
when I
Walked by
and
Whispered

Bad to the Bone

Nonconformity
was 
my
thing
Thinking
outside
of
the 
box
As 
a
Poet,
Jim Morrision
became 
my
muse
as 
I lived
the
character
of being

Bad to the Bone

As an Officer
I ran
A
Tight
Beat
Respect
was
given
Because
Respect
was 
Reciprocated
Nothing
needed
to
be
said
because
they
all
knew
that
I
was

Bad to the Bone

This Facade
is the
Illusion
to
all who
know
me
Except
when 
it comes
to the
wife
and kids
For when
I claim
to
them

Bad To The Bone

They laugh
and remind
me
of
the sweetness
in the Marrow
that
lies
within
the
Bone........................