The Bully

The Bully
By Andy Powell (http://website.lineone.net/~andy_powell)

He waits behind the wall
Shielding in adulthood.
He puffs an illicit cigarette
Oh my! how tough HE is.

His victim approaches
He has to be small
But just in case, his gangs on call
Oh my! how tough HE is

It doesn't matter what's his name
The preys only qualification
Would be his clever or inflicted
Oh my! how tough HE is.

Like mindless sheep the gang bleats
And pin his arms behind his back
While our bully teaches clever dick a thing or two
Oh my! how tough HE is.

Now in tears, our victim bleeds
Bruised and bettered, he'll rise again
But these days I wonder where the bully is
Still fighting in the gutter?
Oh my!. How tough is HE?