Bullying is Wrong
Bullying is wrong, so why do we do it?
Does it bring pleasure to hurt others feelings?
Maybe we all need to start to commit.
I, for one, am against the killings,
of a smaller kid's pride. And him felling unfil
for life itself which the bullies are stealing.
We all should take a stand and stop it at once.
Because little Billy hates going everyday
wearing that pointy hat that reads dunce.
This isn't a joke or a prank in any way.
We are talking about someone's life,
and we shouldn't take that away.
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