I’m a Bad Boy – Aren’t I?

Beneath the smile that’s on my face
I long to be in another place

Where I could strike the mother lode
Do as I wish with my own moral code

Instead of following rules that render me toothless
I could do anything at all, including being ruthless

I’d treat the laws like a relic and a token
And care not a whit when by me they are broken

If you got in my way I’d put you down
You’re in my place and this is my town

I’d have sinews of iron and a will of steel
And to the ladies I would greatly appeal

My bad boy persona would be the envy of all
Young and old would be in my thrall

I also mention that in this super ego of me
I’m on the side of the downtrodden and I hear their plea

The danger wouldn’t be enough for me to play my part
I would also need to have a good heart

Ah, all of this would be amazing
As I look up smiling and stargazing

But then I sigh, as this is all just a thought
As each day I do just what I ought

As I think on it a mistress would cause a lot of trouble
And it would turn my excellent marriage into rubble

And the thought of being chased by those in power
Would keep me up at night and my confidence devour

Not to mention maybe I’m not that tough
Especially if things get really rough

So in the end my only guilty pleasure
Is to root for TV bad guys at my leisure