I'M Ted Bundy's Son
(This is a fictional poem)
I've been beaten up, cussed out and even threatened with guns.
All of this started happening when people learned that I'm Ted Bundy's son.
People hate me because my dad was a killer who died in the electric chair.
I'm nothing like my father, these attacks are unfair.
When they say that the son pays for the sins of the father, I guess it's true.
I'm really scared right now and I'm in a great deal of pain too.
I somehow want to put all of this behind.
I'm a good person who wants to do his share to help mankind.
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2007
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