Tormentors Rumor Mongers and Instigators
The tormenters tried to bully me.
I danced away, acting delighted.
This seemed to irritate them
But they teased others.
The rumor-mongers tried to guilt me.
I tossed their guilt into a burn pile
And lit it on fire after pouring on lighter fluid.
Their mouths flew open and down.
The instigators tried to make me feel badly about my past.
I took my own skeletons out and began to dance with them.
Part of my skeletons ran them down, attempting to dance with them.
It was the best time ever. I would not hesitate to do it again tomorrow.
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