Bullies

Bullies

A Poem by Lottie

Playing on the job,
following the dirt.
Handbags raised to
beat up the already hurt.

Playing with friends,
picking the weak.
Nails manicured to
point out the freak.

Playing at home,
deleting the trace.
Whispering echos to
return it back to its rightful place.

Playing in your sleep,
flourishing the gain.
Laughs heightened to
express the direction of pain.

Playing the pro,
poking the tense.
Plans drawn up to
let round two commence.

© 2011 Lottie


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Added on July 20, 2011
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Lottie
Lottie

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