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Pauline Morris Jun 2016
There is this bully, he's never very kind
He tries to hurt feelings with weaknesses he THINKS he finds
But he's not even in the same league as mine
In fact he's far behind
He needs to shed his monkey hair, and join us humanoids  
Maybe his anger stems from an over  use of steroids
He thumps his chest, stands up tall
Hoping it will make you look small
He picks and pokes
Trying to provoke

It's a defensive action taken by a simple mind
But I've diagnosed his personality, it has been defined
He knows that I am good, but He wants to be seen as better
All I'm saying is what does it really matter

He thought I was weak, but I've waged to many battles
I'm not afraid of the rusty chains he rattles
Please just crawl back to whatever rock you was under
My feelings you can not pillage and plunder
I will not allow that or listen to your hate filled words
All that comes out of you mouth is **** after ****
So I say so long to you, the bully that you are
I hope the distance between us, remains very far
For I have better use of my time
Than dealing with your ****** up mind
I hope those onion rings of yours give you diarrhea. Maybe then you won't be so full of ****.

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