The Bully - A Poem
 

There he stood, 6 feet tall, All large and strong, In his head covered hood, The bully of Roanoke High, Pompous Bastard, Who does he think he is? His face like stone, Flexing his muscles, Rubbing his fist, Proud as an eagle, He was the King of his turf, Surrounded by his subjects, All following him, like his shadow. Ever in search of prey, Many trembled when they'd hear his name, Or pass him by in the hall, Not...

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