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bully
a bully will push you around:
pound you to the ground:
if you dont fight back:
everyday you'll get smacked:
a bully wont stop the attach:
not until you hold your own and fight back:
even if you loose:
fight back ya gotta choose:
my dad told me a bully -hit em right between the eyes:
then they will run and cry:
if you let a bully keep pushing you around:
no peace can be found:
one summer day me and my best friend keith were on our way to the mall:
there was a bully his name was terry i was 6th grade he was 9th grade he was tall:
he wanted our money:
he was laughing because he thought it was funny:
because if we turned and ran he would jump on us and beat us take our money that was his plan:
i was so scared man:
all i remembered out of fear i jumped up and put my arm around his neck and squeezed with all my might until i almost passed out:
by this time a crowd had formed and i heard my friend telling me kill him kill him i heard him shout:
i just closed my eyes prayed kept on squeezing until no more strength in my arm:
i knew if i let him go i would face deadly harm:
my arm went completely dead:
then i remember his face how it was red:
he was gasping for air and trying to get away:
do you want some more i did say:
then he started walking towards me again:
i wished i didnt say nothing them:
i stood there ready to fight:
then he cussed said you tried to kill me that wasnt right:
then the word got out that jungers beat terry:
but it got kinda scarry:
but then in 7th grade other bullys they wanted to challenge me to fight:
it just wasnt right:
i didnt want to fight again:
because of the message it would send:
one fight would lead to another and another;
that was the advice from my mother:
i put all my time and energy in sports:
wanted no fighting of any sort:
people thought i was tough cause i beat terry block who was bad:
i didnt fight again and i was glad:
i wasnt really that tough:
when i beat the bully terry who was rough:
but the legend stood clear:
that from me the bully terry wouldnt go near:
so my reputation became known:
that i can hold my own:
11-11-2000:
john d. jungers
pound you to the ground:
if you dont fight back:
everyday you'll get smacked:
a bully wont stop the attach:
not until you hold your own and fight back:
even if you loose:
fight back ya gotta choose:
my dad told me a bully -hit em right between the eyes:
then they will run and cry:
if you let a bully keep pushing you around:
no peace can be found:
one summer day me and my best friend keith were on our way to the mall:
there was a bully his name was terry i was 6th grade he was 9th grade he was tall:
he wanted our money:
he was laughing because he thought it was funny:
because if we turned and ran he would jump on us and beat us take our money that was his plan:
i was so scared man:
all i remembered out of fear i jumped up and put my arm around his neck and squeezed with all my might until i almost passed out:
by this time a crowd had formed and i heard my friend telling me kill him kill him i heard him shout:
i just closed my eyes prayed kept on squeezing until no more strength in my arm:
i knew if i let him go i would face deadly harm:
my arm went completely dead:
then i remember his face how it was red:
he was gasping for air and trying to get away:
do you want some more i did say:
then he started walking towards me again:
i wished i didnt say nothing them:
i stood there ready to fight:
then he cussed said you tried to kill me that wasnt right:
then the word got out that jungers beat terry:
but it got kinda scarry:
but then in 7th grade other bullys they wanted to challenge me to fight:
it just wasnt right:
i didnt want to fight again:
because of the message it would send:
one fight would lead to another and another;
that was the advice from my mother:
i put all my time and energy in sports:
wanted no fighting of any sort:
people thought i was tough cause i beat terry block who was bad:
i didnt fight again and i was glad:
i wasnt really that tough:
when i beat the bully terry who was rough:
but the legend stood clear:
that from me the bully terry wouldnt go near:
so my reputation became known:
that i can hold my own:
11-11-2000:
john d. jungers
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