A Bully On His Tricycle

A young bully boy, big for his age,
rides his tricycle up and down the street
shouting obscenities that outrage —
a greeting for everyone he meets.

The rains came, sweeping the street
while the young bully boy, big for his age,
shouts at the swirling wind he meets
“Go away, wind. This is my street. You’re an outrage.”

While the young bully boy, big for his age
shouts at the sun now beating down on the street,
“Go away, sun. This is my street! You’re an outrage.”
Now there is no one left to greet.

At the empty, rain-swept, sun-dried street,
the young bully boy, big for his age,
shouts, “This is one tough dude no one will beat!”,
while he rides his tricycle downhill and off history’s page.

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