Why Do Only Good People Die?

Why Do Only Good People Die?

A Poem by Bob B

C. B. was a son of a B!

Did anybody really like him?

Most of the people he encountered

Usually found more reasons to strike him.

 

In school the kids called him a bully.

Bully he was, and bully he did.

He derived inordinate pleasure

Tormenting any vulnerable kid.

 

His schoolyard behavior was no better

Than his disruptive behavior in class.

In fact, most teachers would call him

An incorrigible pain in the a*s.

 

In high school he was just as aggressive.

His reputation was firmly upheld.

Holding a freshman's head in the toilet

Finally got the bully expelled.

 

How he earned money. Well, that was

A real mystery--through and through.

Not surprisingly his motto

Was "Screw them before they screw you."

 

What his girlfriend saw in him

Was truly anybody's guess.

Aware of his fractious personality,

The woman married him nevertheless.

 

People made bets on how long the couple

Could last in a stormy marriage from hell.

After the wife had had enough,

She packed up the kids and said farewell.

 

C. B. remained estranged

From both of his kids for the rest of his life.

Some woman out there was very lucky

For he never found another wife.

 

Money. That was all that mattered.

People? Employees? They were dispensable.

His dog was even afraid of him

And sensed that he was reprehensible.

 

He bought a number of businesses.

How they lasted was a surprise.

Frankly, most people suspected

Secret Mexican Mafia ties.

 

One day C. B.'s lifeless body

Was found in his driveway. The coroner said

A heart attack was the cause;

But some suspected foul play instead.

 

A gravestone reads: "Here lies C. B.

When life was hard, he would persist.

Survived by two loving children,

The doting father will be missed."

 

Whoever wrote that epitaph?

You wonder: what did he or she owe him?

The author of those unfounded words

Obviously didn't know him.

 

Oddly the deaths of louses and scoundrels

Are so hard to identify,

For based on gravestones and the obits,

It seems that only good people die.

 

(6-27-17) By Bob B

© 2017 Bob B


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