The Bully Called Lee
He was 200 hundred pounds of ha ha your mother died and you cried like a baby making you a punk inside, And the young man left the lunch room not wanting to talk to teachers, In gym he just sat on the bleachers with depressed facial features and to make things better they took off his sneakers, The barefoot journey home made him want to go with his mother, He didn't understand why the cool kids were the cruel kids or why he was there victim, He had found some old rope outside and went back and fourth with the thought of suicide, His father not really there for his son like his mother was, Next school day started off great ended off bad when the class started chanting mama's boy while the 200 plus kid decides to push him around and punches him in the ribs, Hand on his neck promising him daily pain making him run home cause he was afraid, Dad wasn't home to listen to his boys confession so he head to his room to the rope, tied it to the knob and threw it over the door, Feet on the chair and head in the loop as his saying bye dad and mama i'll see you soon, He kicks the chair suspended in mid air and his father just walk in the house,
We have to listen and pay attention to our youth, Kids aren't nice, And this bullying is taking there lives, Be involved and lets try to resolve the problem that's killing our youth, We have to stop that Bully called Lee.
-Cspb
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