Snowman

When I was maybe twelve or so
we moved up north where there was snow.
 
There was a hill out on the golf course…
where we liked to play…
I made a snowman at the bottom…
one wintry day.
 
Then I climbed back up the hill...
 
That day there was a boy there
    ...bigger... stronger...
and when I turned around
he was knocking down my snowman…
threw its head upon the ground!
 
I was outraged  
I took umbrage…
I was sooo... pissed... off!
 
I ran...back down that hill…
I leapt up off the ground
I wrapped my arms around him tight
and bore him to the ground…
 
Then I sat...upon his back...  
firmly grabbed his ears... and
rubbed his face into the snow
to the sound of cheers.
 
The world is full of bullies
their strutting's all a fake…
There is no substance locked inside
the hollow shell they make...