When is bad bad enough?
Is it when there's no humor for us to laugh?
What if it is half bad and good is the other half?
Is bad not really bad when it's not rough?
Why is bad not bad enough
If it's just a word and there's no act?
Then it became a norm protected by the evil's lock,
Then disguise itself into a funny bluff.
Why can't good be just good and bad be just bad?
The line is confusing; the border can't be found.
Who sets it anyway or is it something we never really had?
So when can bad be bad enough? I'm asking out loud.
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Bloom
PoetryWhat was once a bud will eventually bloom. The essence inside will come out and spread into the air that will be carried by the wind to bring into the heart of those who seek for it.
