Bullies Are Such Wonderful People

It's the strangest thing.
It's the loveliest string,
Of thought in my mind,
Of someone very unkind.

Let's push him.
Let's throw him.
Lets knock him around.
Let's tease her.
Let's taunt her.
Let's have our insults resound.

So thinking of torment,
Like, wine in a ferment.
Stuck in its wooden cask,
Where it should be in a flask.

We are the teachers of the freaks
We shall fix all of societies leaks
If they can learn to stop being strange,
If their different ways they can learn to change,


If they can learn to be strong men, that can do the things we do.
Or if they can learn to be pretty girls, that can see our point of view,

Then perhaps we will stop our harassment
That would surely end our discontent.

But till then, the world, it needs to understand and see,
That the existence of these people makes us unhappy.