Sociology 101
Billy was a loner,
Rotten to the core.
Fathered by a bastard,
Mothered by a whore.
Grew up mean and dirty,
Took it on the chin.
Stole to make a living,
Killed to save his skin.
Sheriff caught him napping,
Hanged him from a tree.
All the preacher said was,
“Better him than me.”
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