Nice people have bad thoughts.

Nice people have bad thoughts.

Good people do evil things,

Write the songs

The Devil sings.

You tell yourself that,

Every time,

You catch yourself

Wishing ill, on someone

Who hurt you,

They might have,

Cut you up.

Taken too long at the cash till.

Added too much

On your lunch bill,

Somebody else’s wine.

When a waiter asks,

‘Is everything fine?’

When it clearly is not.

Ever wished,

Just for a jot,

You could take him out

With just one clean shot.

Before you stop

To remember,

You are one of the good guys,

Not a killer, in bad disguise.

But it would be good,

Wouldn’t it?

Sometimes,

To throw a tantrum,

Barge to the front

Of a queue.

Make somebody else wait,

Instead of you.

Be the loudest voice.

Forget taking turns,

Be the star that burns,

Demand the best choice.

Get all your own way,

Just once in a day.

If not for the fact

You are nice,

The whole world

Would bow to you,

Not once, but twice.

Save you the biggest slice.

The last parking space.

The heads up in the big race.

The respect you deserve.

And demand,

Just once.

If only you could

Still, that shaking hand,

And keep your nerve,

So at last,

You might be

The winner,

Not just the first reserve.