Stephen Cahill Furlong (23 August 1992 / Holles Street, Dublin, Republic of Ireland)
My Bullying Days
I bully people all day long,
And each time I do so,
I sing a joyful song.
I always feel good
Whenever I beat the crap out of some guy.
It frequently makes them feel
That they want to die.
So, that pretty much concludes
My very, very, very short poem...
But what makes me be at my happiest
Is when I bully my mummy at home.
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