Ode To My Bullies
At first you called me gay behind my back
As if I would be troubled ’bout such fame.
I kissed a man before your eyes – you came –,
Fulfilled desire that grows from greater lack.
Obsessed with sex you seem to be to shame.
You play with people like words and do attack,
Launched “Barbie-fucker” to drive me in my shack.
It drove me nuts to paths of psycho’s frame.
Yet in the end forgiveness is my plea:
oh beg for your approval I won’t do
– the narcissist too small he lives in me.
This sonnet is my only ode to you
in hopes that you from now live happily
for I forever wave a toodeloo.
In a previous post I considered “The Jesus Treatment of Bullying”. I guess this is my attempt to illustrate what an imitation of that example could look like.