Bully

One day I came into class,

I told the teacher to kiss my a**.

She told me to sit down!

I gave a terrible frown.

I poked the kid to my right,

He wasn't looking for a fight.

I threw my book at his face,

The teacher looked at me with disgrace.

She pointed her finger toward the door,

I threw my s*** all over the floor.

I yelled, "I hate this place!"

I punched that poor freshman square in the face.

The principal stomped into the room,

He took me then to the room of doom.

 

I realized I needed to move on,

My bullying days were long gone.

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