Somewhere in our country tonight
a blank face from a mirror stares back
a lonely tormentor turns off the light
at night, there is no-one to attack
daytime is their prime territory.
It’s true that they could victimise the cat
but since animals do not cry
where is the satisfaction in that?
When they are tucked up in bed
they have little opportunity
to oppress those who are merely talented
with their terrifying banality.
To obfuscate, browbeat and distress
to knot the stomachs of their prey
and render them horribly depressed.
They need you. So give to a bully today!
a blank face from a mirror stares back
a lonely tormentor turns off the light
at night, there is no-one to attack
daytime is their prime territory.
It’s true that they could victimise the cat
but since animals do not cry
where is the satisfaction in that?
When they are tucked up in bed
they have little opportunity
to oppress those who are merely talented
with their terrifying banality.
To obfuscate, browbeat and distress
to knot the stomachs of their prey
and render them horribly depressed.
They need you. So give to a bully today!
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