Bullyboys In Brigades Poem by Michael Fischer

We can break all the rules;
We travel in a group.
We can be obnoxious
and throw your food at you.

Do you have a problem
with the way we're acting?
What are you gonna do about it?

Answer me!

Men, I think we need to
knock some sense into him.
Clinch your fists till they're red;
He's un-American!
He has an open mind
a closed mouth, and a spine.
He dresses differently
and he writes poetry!

You didn't answer me!

I'll ask you one more time;
What are you gonna do about it?

Nothing right?
Good thinking.
We'd hate to take you out
while the bell is ringing!

We're bigger,
we're stronger,
and we're also bigger.

We can do anything;
Numbers mean everything!