Get

Get up! Get out! Get over 
Being prodded, poked and petrified 
By every evil entity that 
Enters your environment.

Paranoia doesn’t suit you?
Turn and kick him in the crotch. 
Lay the bastard on the floor 
Wond’ring where his victim went.

Scary as it all may seem 
You still are in control. 
Toe to toe, eye to eye 
You stand unflinching in his face.

Move to get the upper hand, 
To get the bully on the ground. 
Even if you lose you know there’s 
No remorse… no disgrace.

Life will hand you trials, 
Give you sorrows and regret. 
What you give it in return 
Determines what you get.

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