I Am a Bully
I hated the smell from their dryer vent
On laundry days, it had been so repugnant.
For fifteen years, I tolerated that family.
Each one of them has some kind of disability.
I was given an unusual sentence for being disorderly.
The judge made me hold up a sign for all to see.
I have to let everyone know “I AM A BULLY”.
For five hours, I have to sit on a street corner in my town.
By holding up that sign, I feel like a clown.
People honk their horns, and shout out profanity.
That judge was unfair. She has practically destroyed me.
I also have to serve jail time and undergo counseling.
I am going through some hell because of this thing.
From a news story found on aol.com
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2014
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