Bullying is not about us.

 I don't like being nice,

I want to put my enemies in a vice.

I want to nibble at my foe's ear,

and make my enemies disappear.

I want to sting them with words, as they do me.

I want to squeeze them tight and hear their plea.

I want to waggle their ears and pull their hair.

But most of all, I don't want them to be there. 

The Wicked Witch of the North, South, East and West.

Why can't people just be nice.

Being nasty comes at a price.

It doesn't make people warm to you or care

It just makes people aware...

that you are not the best person to have around

You're nothing but a big fat clown.

Why don't you look in the mirror and see what's really there.

Go on, give yourself a massive scare.

Look at your sharp claws that scratch and go

Come on, let your nastiness flow.

Keep looking at yourself, go on, you deserve it,

because you've got the sort of face that people want to hit.

Beware!

Beware! Beware! those dreaded motorists are everywhere.

No! Don't stare. 

That's what they want you to do.

So you can make them feel good about their dangerous ways, 

they just want you to coo.

Beware!Beware! those dreaded motorists are everywhere.

No! Don't stare.

The speed limit is there to break.

Or so they think,

until they end up in the drink.

A New President

America has a new president, so it's all change at the White House.

 But I'm going to be as quiet as a mouse.

I have an opinion of course, but suddenly my voice has gone hoarse.

I'm not usually one for holding back, but I'll keep an open mind.

I'll stay demure, honest and refined.

Weather is getting me in a tether.

Feeling as if Winter is going on forever.

I'm not feeling too clever.

Feeling as if the darkness will never end,

and snow, rain, hail and drizzle is my constant friend.

Still, can't grumble, today was sunny.

Which for this time of year is quite funny.

I go to work in the dark and come home in the dark.

It's so miserable and stark.

It's like there is an umbrella hanging over my head.

The air is filled with foreboding and dread.

Oh well, a stiff upper lip as they say.

I'll fight my way through the fungus and decay.

I'll get up in the morning and pretend it's June.

And try to ignore that b....y moon.