Bullies sneak out from corners
Or from behind a comfort zone,
Seeking to unnerve and ruffle.
They devour friendships with glee
And torture without any remorse.
Prim and proper little ladies,
Can injure with wagging tongues,
They nip and pick, nip and pick.
Tormentors have little appetite
For a soft spot of consideration
Or afterthoughts of contrition.
Bullying types perfect their trade,
Freely venting hatred and worry
With an aggressive swagger,
Until a lapse in attentiveness
Discloses unscrupulous actions.
Without any defining marks,
A bully can often be revealed
As your last best friend.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 19/05/2016
Poets United Mid-Week Motif ~ Bullying..