I’m back with another bully,
As you know me by Jerry.
My bully’s name was Clint Bines,
Now he’s the prankster from behind.
I am now fifteen and I am a high schooler,
Hanging out with my friends to seem cooler.
Praising God and his Angels,
They’re different at all angles.
I gotta be aware of my prankster,
Man, he’s the worse of all tricksters.
This is my bullied story,
I’m still considered puny and dweeby.
Of course, I’m pleading with Clint,
He’s the worst bully of them yet.
I’m walking down a street in an alleyway,
Stricken with such fearsome in my eye.
Becoming a prankster Clint was evil,
Living day to day, the be worst unbelievable.
Clint Bines the fourteen-year-old,
I just can’t give up the bullying at all.
He’s my bully for sure,
I’m dead upon arrival beaten like none before.
Upon the nightfall is when he’ll strike,
Beating up everyone from big to a small tike.
So what am I puny and dweeby?
That’s the everliving story of me.
Pretty ain’t what I picture,
As I try to read from a scripture.
At my age of fifteen, I am small,
But I ain’t puny nor dweeby at all.
I just can’t believe in my prankster,
He ain’t all that fun by he’s faster.
The prank I got today,
Was an evil act anyway.
I was given a bottle that blew up,
Clint knew I was embarrassed enough.
For sure he was my bully,
A really no good for nothing nobody.
I wish to forgive and forget,
I’m in misery and woe and I wept.
Pleading with God and I lose,
But I still praise him that’s what I choose.
Never should I be at school,
Clint the prankster thinks he’s so cool.
But he’s not I’ll tell you,
Open the Bible it’s what I do.
This time I’m not in an ambulance,
But surely Clint gets caught with blunts.
The principal of our school calls Clint’s parents,
He gets sent home and spanked from this experience.
God forgives him as he has sinned,
Nobody needs to get bullied.
Clint isn’t around to prank us from anywhere,
I laughed in my mind from this he can’t remember.
As God tells us all that we are forgiven,
Thank God that if I die I’ll go straight to heaven.
My story isn’t all the pleasant from experience,
But I need to soothe this unpleasantness.
Up their way into the heavens,
God, I pray for Clint he’s evil as he sins.
Whoa, they say that I’m puny and dweeby,
I bet you that I’ll have yet another interesting story.
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