The Bully Poem by Paul Warren
The Bully
Making people feel so bad
As was his forte being quite sad
He never felt good about himself
And thought this way was his wealth
So he picked his target then
Bullying his way through to the end
But feeling the buzz wasn't a lasting song
Painting himself into a corner all along
Until one day he sat alone in a room
And it ended that way with a gun's boom.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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