A Bully Poem by Randy McClave

A bully comes in different shapes and sizes
Sadly though the world realizes,
They are a blustering, quarrelsome and overbearing person
Who habitually badgers and intimidates to make life worsen.
A bully has no true self respect
If under a microscope their being you could inspect,
They want their victims to have and live a life like them
Which is sad, pathetic, lonely and grim.
Assaulting a smaller or a weaker people
Stupidity and ignorance becomes their steeple,
The bully is never a caring comrade
But, many times sadly the bully is a sibling, or even a mom or dad.
The bully never has pride or security in themselves
So, they get their power by harassing someone else,
Tough, strong and likable and smart is their false guise
But, notice they never pick on anyone stronger, or their own size.
So, unto the bully I will happily say this
You and your presence in life no one will ever miss,
And when in Hell unto the Devil your soul is presented
You can then remember the ones, that you had tormented.

Randy L. McClave