The Bully Poem by Randy McClave

They coerce and they abuse and they also harass
As though that is their only purpose for living
It gives them a power when others they try to surpass
But their deeds and themselves, are unforgiving,
They enjoy to punch and laugh and ridicule
As though to feel better about their own rejection
Their targets are weak, so that is their fuel
But they do it, as they know not of love or affection,
They pick on people who are weaken than them
As though they are jealous and envious of their being
But sometimes the aggressor is a she and not a him
As through sad blackened eyes we are seeing,
They enjoy to pester and get on anyone's nerve
With no concerns or worries about them or any person
In the end though they will get what they truly deserve
But until then their life and hating and uncaring will worsen,
They are overbearing, they badger and they intimidate
They are also arrogant if we could understand them fully
Braggarts and showoffs they are who everyone does hate
And to us all they are simply known as the bully.


Randy L. McClave