Hey, Bully!

You stand safely across the room and shoot me a threatening glare.

Stay mad at me because your overinflated opinion of yourself, I don’t share

You scream, threaten, name-call, hurl personal attacks, and swear

But only because deep down you already know that I don’t care

How it pains you to realize you can no longer get in my hair

Be careful bully, take a pause, stop for a breath, don’t run out of air

You might as well sit down, bully, take a seat, just grab yourself a chair

You squawk real loud but down below you don’t have a pair

How sad that your labeling, judgements, and verbal insults were made in haste

Maybe you think that what’s below your nose makes up for what’s below your waist

A heaping spoon of your own terrible medicine you’re finally getting a taste

As your time, energy, and breath, you foolishly continue to waste

You choke on your anger and hate as I calmly and silently grind you to a paste

Hey bully, how does it feel to lose control, how bad does it taste

29 thoughts on “Hey, Bully!

  1. Wow! Wow! And a double wow! This is an awesome, fantastic, mind blowing poem. Excellent, dear Cherie. Loved reading every single word.

  2. Hey bully, how does it feel to lose control, how bad does it taste…
    Not this sounds like a five-star restaurant kind of question Cherie! Booyah! Is this what you call eating crow??? πŸ˜πŸ€£πŸ˜† Chew sloooowwwwwllllyyyy!!! 😲

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