Don't Pay Attention to My Bloody Knuckles

It's a weird thing to be friends with murderers,
people whom you know for certain
have killed other people.

The two or three or four I know
are the nicest people,
but I am aware that they have slain some fuckers.

What's the moral barometer here?
I've never murdered anyone,
but I have done some terrible shit.

They don't seem split with me just because
I have broken hearts or set hotel rooms on fire,
but in my aging age, I am more aware of hitmen.

Maybe, it is good to keep them around
in case some real shit goes down,
but then again, maybe I am stupid.