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..
