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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