*Dedicated to a high school bully who is now fatter than I am.
It is not my choice to cry.
It is just my way,
And if you judge me in this way,
You are no better than a murderer.
I'd rather laugh,
Send my laughter into the wind
To be scattered and planted
In this fair land so that one day
Up from the ground will sprout
A little bit of differentiation for all.
I refuse to stand idly by
And watch you
And your rotten friends judge people.
And when we judge you, you cry.
Where are is your jury now?
Have you no love for other beings?
Have you no open mind to be proud of?
Have you no decencies?
I'm glad I got the chance to laugh in your face
And make you feel bad.
Now you see what you
Put me through,
Especially since you are nearly as fat as I.