The bad apples
Can’t stay in the basket
They are eager to
pop out
They want to spread
diseases
The bad life of the
apples
They can’t mix with
the good
They will stay all
kind of excuses
Till the day the
bad apples are thrown away
The bad apples on
the road
Rolling along
thinking they are free
The bad smell of
inflicted skins
Every one will
sweep it off to the drains
The bad apples
Back to the old
tricks
With money to bring
chaos
They care for their
own interests
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