Bullies Make Me Sick
Where do these small-minded bigots go
Who have abused the meek and innocent
Beaten down a weak and wounded soul
Do they go to church where they repent
Or do they choose to slink deep into
Some slimy self-made hole of their own
Making, where supposed superiority rules
Where they are always the best of fools
Am I too unkind to these sick despicables
Should I attempt to be less abrasive
I shall state more clearly how I believe
All bullies make me want to heave!
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