Pissing in my soup,
Won’t win you any favour,
Doesn’t taste too good,
Not my favourite flavour,
If you’re feeling cocky friend,
Riding on your steed,
Your joy I will upend,
And spill you with some speed,
Mommy will not safe you dear,
Or your favourite god,
But my God you’ll learn to fear,
You precious little sod,
Your sailor suit all white and clean,
Your daddy placed on you,
Will loose its spark and sheen,
Find out what bullies do,
You a bully want to be,
And join your favourite gang,
First you have to pay your fee,
If with all of them you hang,
Steal grannies purses,
And trash the weak,
Cause work for all the hearses,
Kill the neighbours dog or sheep,
You want to be like all the rest,
Just organized you are,
The bullies are the best,
We’ll win most fights by far,
How does that make you feel my son?
Sign here in ink and blood,
Here is your favourite gun,
Now go and spill some gut,
Your Grannies snoring wakes the chief,
Use a pillow my dear friend,
To give her some relief,
And make her snoring end,
Mistreated all your life you said,
But that don’t give you no right,
To pee pee in my soup instead,
To wage a dirty fight,
And me with bullshit threat,
If you fight amongst yourselves that fine,
Don’t come in my backyard,
That’s when you cross the line,
And is not very smart,
It’s I that has the nightstick dear,
Your conscience to dismay,
I’ll show you what is, fear,
If rough you want to play.
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(ok maybe I also have to use my womanly wiles to win)
But Mess With My Bull & I Give The Horn
Embraced~Embrasse'
Vickie :)
You go getting all nitty gritty -
Thanks, ~D.
Be always safe,
Karen
Good showing, J-H.
Micke
But GOD DOES NOT SLEEP..he is watching!!
Peace And Love...seems like a few of us are in a bad mood today!!!!
Tinka
I like the exoteric message within and between the wise lines of this maganificent composition. "To all the Bullies of the world!" It is a poetic accomplished task where wit and wisdom meet art and strike the inner mind.
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU