There’s a bad man that I once knew
His heart was black and his blood was blue
Bad man, he’s coming for you
He’d sell his wife for a pound or two
My only crime was to want too much,
I could look but I could not touch.
She thinks she's world renown
With the pastor of Paris crown
Before you think ahead
She'll be sleeping in your bed
He’s a bad man and that’s the truth
The devil’s law don’t need no proof
He’s a jealous man, all alone
A motel room is not a home
Helpless man, he fell ill
He was prescribed a fatal pill
Now he’s a dead man
His heart’s still black
His only love stabbed him in the back
To be a rich man with many maids
He’s got eyes like hand grenades
He had a good woman
In the palm of his hand
Until she left him for another man
Zaheed Patel
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seven-stealing-days-left-before-xmas/
