'' They're A Pair '' Poem by Bri Mar

Creating displeasure,
Some people enjoy,
To some it's their treasure,
They love to annoy,
How do they measure,
Those they destroy,
Truth is they don't really care.

As their victim's cry,
They inflict more pain,
Spit in their eye,
Then do it again,
If you asked them, why,
They are so inhumane,
They'd claim you're being unfair.

Their hangers on,
Are just as bad,
It's themselves they con,
They're also mad,
Those ego's they fawn,
Show they are sad,
One on one, they just wouldn't dare.

Their cowardly ideals,
Make them believe,
The one who kneels,
Is the one to grieve,
To refuse their appeals,
It's themselves they deceive,
From themselves they need to beware.

To love they're blind,
They feel no shame,
To hurt they're resigned,
Their excuses are lame,
As for being unkind,
They will not accept blame,
For brutality they have a flair.

They understand fully,
The havoc they cause,
But from being unruly
They won't ever pause,
The mind of the bully,
Shows many flaws,
Cowardice and scum!

‘' They're A Pair ‘'