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Monday 24th December 2007 2:24 am

Bullies
The people
That fucked you up at school
The victims
Learned to accept
And became the institutionalised
And the aggressor
Empowered
By sensitivity
And lack of response
Lack of defence
Lack of retaliation
A victim too gentle
yet meant to be hard
Snap the wheels from toy cars
Break the arms of dolly ma
Pigeon peck the rib cage
Pinned down snap a bra
String
Flex
Snap!
All those years ago
The bullies
All those years ago
Torture in words
Pain in the kicking shin
The digging into skin
Compass pin shallow
A needle thin
And callow
From the mind
Who dealt it out
No conception
Of the futures routs of anxiety
buried
Bastards
The bullies
The full of themselves
The puff chested
Hits the pigeon breasted
Spotted geeks for targets
Or she who name calls
The charlottes
The viscious bullies
Lets track them down
Today
Find every one
Flush them away
With rifles and hatchets
ricochet
cut up and catch it
stray limbs fly
string them up
From warehouse roofs
And swing them
Make skittles
Or burn them
Half turn
Or learn from them
What they instilled
The pain
The pain
The pain
The name calling
The coward
Cooing
The hiss booing
Fucks
Of cloakrooms
Or behind books
You faceless
Looks of hate
The abused
Who became too late
To save themselves
We shall find them
Prove to them
The pain became
A strength
Enough to crush the cockroach shell
Under leather soled shoe
I am hardly austere
Hell Yes!, my clothes were dear!
As I made a million things
From pain
Dealt by you
don't wriggle you fat worm
Do not beg for sympathy now
Except for my own entertainment
For you have little time to turn
Under my empire of crime
Learn You are insignificant
Nothing
The dirt on the shoes
The finally abused by
Me, no mark, no
Who stuck the post it note
On my back
You swines
Kick me
Your mine
Going
Going
Gone
Shotgun shell
The living hell you forged in me
Is gone.

Pete Crompton 2007

Comments

Pete Crompton

Sun 3rd Feb 2008 13:09

Steve thanks. They snapped the wheels off my hot rod. bastards.

Steve OConnor

Thu 17th Jan 2008 09:59

I'd like to see you perform this one. Powerful stuff.

Of course, I'd expect nothing less than the Pete Crompton copyrighted trademarked and rubber-stamped full-on relentless rage with it.

Reads well off the page (well, screen). Good 'un.

Steve

clarissa mckone

Mon 24th Dec 2007 02:41

WOW, did you get to see his face?

Pete Crompton

Mon 24th Dec 2007 02:28

i managed to track him down at a set of traffic lights in Lancashire. Once level at the lights I floored the revs and left him for dust.

Pete Crompton

Mon 24th Dec 2007 02:22

thanks Clarissa. One bugger snapped the wheels off my Matel hot rod car.

clarissa mckone

Mon 24th Dec 2007 00:36

Great poem Peter! I can really understand this one, as I was and still am the smallest and thus did get picked on by bullies. Not sure If I ever told you about the time I was a student in an inner city school of st louis in the 60s, was an experience, I was one of about 5 white students in an all black school. I learned to run fast, as everyday I had threats, and was subject to name calling and hitting. they took my lunch everyday, when my Grandmother found out, she made 2 lunches for me, one for the girl that took mine and one for me.I think the experience was in ways good for me,now that I look back on it.I dont hate them, I have pitty for them. I do think a good spanking would have helped many and to this day think a good swat would work wonders.great poem!

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