Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 74,371 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Bully - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki


Then I was much younger
-in school, student
-Eighth or ninth in grade
-shockingly it happened

I worked and studied
-liked it so as habit
-work place pharmacy
-so was each evening
-also sold the booklets
-‘Step by Step', English.

Sports-wise strong
-lifted weight, punched bricks
-broke walls

That day though was in rush
-in the yard I arrived, he, bully
-approached me hurrying
-"Take my books to class! "
-replied: "No…not ever! "

The bullies are made by
-the weak, meek and polite
-with muscle and my mind
-I did not fit as one,
-stood him strong
-"Go get lost…you fly…"

He warned and threatened
-we had to have a fight
-and we did on roadside

"Bravo…bravo…" said his lambs
-encouraged all his dogs
-I beat him like a shit
-was lucky that was saved

Same is right for Donald
-the Trump…must be taught
-barks too much…

Topic(s) of this poem: bugs

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 20, 2017

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