Dear Bully,

Dear Bully,

Sad, half-witted, all knowing, unchanging,

arranging for success, but you're tude shortchanging.

No skill having, egotistical, unoriginal bitch,

damaged goods, with no goods trying to give a sales pitch.

Still a child inside, unrecognized inferiority complex,

so project like you know it all in a flex.

Perplex your mind about your behavior,

speak kindness and you'll see it has a flavor.

Deny you can be wrong and let the bitterness intensify,

reply like you know it all, but you only know supply-

-and demand is the way you speak,

posing as a friend to the hurt, healing and weak.

Slip in like a sly snake, offering the hurt a piece of cake.

It's a pleasant picture that will make your stomach ache.

Don't take a bite, believe me.

Fasting is a fight to achieve free!

Do you understand the people I'm depicting?

The controlling you accompany who continue restricting.

Their company is toxin to the air,

tension and anxiety like a year long affair.

"Don't care" is the comment of many.

But opinions are infinite and the stupid have plenty.

Don't be half-witted and when you recognize the signs,

go grab a stick and in the sand start drawing the fucking lines!