A wave of nausea hit him as he walked through the halls
He remembered their mocking and physical abuse
They teased him heartlessly & kicked him in the balls
But he knew they changed and he’s different too
He sauntered into the reunion in his suit and tie
His gorgeous girlfriend was holding his hand
She knew how hard High School was, his inner why
She was the manager of his Western Swing Band
And oh, he knows he’s no longer that boy
With the thrift store bought guitar
And oh, he knew that girl who was by herself
and drinking shots of tequila at the bar
So, he walked up and said, “How’ve you been?”
She said her guilt consumed her from within
He looked into her honest, caring eyes
He forgave her with a hug, stayed civilized
An old bully of his shot over and split them apart
He said, “Get your hands off her you creep”
Instead of being defensive and guarding his heart
He said the words that cut that bully deep
“I’m not that wounded teen anymore,
I’m consoling her, can’t you see she feels so bad
For the way she treated me, she knows it was wrong
The fact that you haven’t changed is so, so sad.”
And oh, what that bitter bully swiftly did
Was throw a sucker punch in his face
Then he quickly but quietly walked away
To the entrance of that crowded place
A couple classmates called immediately
for a soon as possible ambulance
The bully’s victim was attended to
Like he was some kind of honorable prince
He sauntered into the reunion in his suit and tie
His gorgeous girlfriend was holding his hand
She knew his inner why, how hard High School was
She was the manager of his Western Swing band
But he left the party alone and she stayed behind
Took the time to write down the witnesses’ names
She said she’d get his attorneys in contact with them
Cause gone were those teenaged fun and games
They sued that bitter broken bully and they won
Then that female classmate shot him with her gun
May 17, 2020