Flesh of a Bully

Pour my feelings
onto the frying pan,
prepare the lights
for another show
of disrespect;
don't worry about me,
I'll play the lamb
before the wolf
lurking in your soul.

Throw boiling sand
in the face of courtesy,
slash my tires,
rig this race,
but don't mind me,
I'll just clean up
the blood and shit
after your parade.

Yet, one day
the black sheep
will become
a white lion,
prey upon the fear
buried beneath
your arrogance.

I'll be hungry
after years of fasting
and nothing tastes better
than the flesh
of a bully.
Written by Mundus
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