The Bully and his Target
Created | Updated Jul 13, 2006
Look at me
For I am he
One to be dreaded
Whenever you see
Oh no, it’s him
I feel so grim
I try to hide
It’s useless with him
My stride is so wide
It’s easy to slide
Into conversation with me
But I am no Bee
What do I do
Where do I go
I fear for my life
I do so
I am not to be crossed
I don’t like dross
The weak ones disgust me
I am a wasp
I go weak at the knee
He is not like a bee
He comes back for more
Leave alone little me
I strike more than once
But not the same place
You get what you ask for
But not in the face
He is clever
He can hurt
But not just with fists
But also with words
You see, I am no Bee
Not even a pike
Unsuspecting prey though
I take when I like
I have decided
To ignore his remarks
He will get his comeuppance
My words, you will mark
