The Bully
He has an arrogance that can be felt.
He’s big and burly not petite or svelte.
Smoking two packs a day
Frightens good girls away
And his breath smells like moldy tuna melt
Chastised by neighbors and his old mother
Smells like moldy socks of my teen brother
Puts his nose in the air
Attitude is unfair
Rubs us all wrong one way or another
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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