I Am Bully
I am bully hear me roar.
I pick on poets from shore to shore.
I am the one that women fear.
The high elite has made this clear.
Now in shackles they drag me in.
I’ve been condemned by this latest spin.
My day in court, judged by the sound.
How dare I step on hallowed ground.
The virtuous nobles have made their plea.
A nerve doth struck by little ole me.
Unforgiven my sentence fixed.
On this eve I have been nixed.
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2021
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