My grandfather was a paedophile

but otherwise he was great,

always there to meet me

at the school yard gate.

 

He often seemed distracted

I never quite new why,

he had a funny look

in his evil little eye.

 

He killed my cat one Christmas

I never could forgive,

So I vowed myself to vengeance

that he should cease to live.

 

He wallowed in his cancer

when he was grey and old,

so like any vengeful chancer

whose morals had run cold...

 

I stretched a fucking pillow

across his crooked twisted face

and whispered "that's for Willow"

you fucking sad disgrace.

 

 

My Grandfather was not a paedophile, neither did he kill my cat. Yes, the subjects of this scribble are unpleasant. I have noticed how in this age it has become evermore the case that perpetrators of crimes and immoral acts excuse their actions by quoting the behaviour of others in the hope of distracting from their own. The above is an extreme example, but declarations such as shooting people on 5th Ave and being absolved of it are an indication of how we humans willingly indulge evils if they benefit us or we admire the wrongdoer. Of course not all of us surrender to these notions but many do.