Late Night Poem
Life of a bully oh how it must be
to have people cower all over your feet
Storming and raging, even the skies are afraid
of who ever would come across you and your rage
Life of a bully oh how sad it must be
using insults and punches you think to be strong
but we see you weak and keep trudging on
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