Going Home

SHORT AND LOUD AND FAST

Go Home, Fred!

the bullies shouted at Fred.

Fred knew he couldn't win.

That he had no power within.

To challenge the likes of those big bad boys.

So he had to reconcile, or so he thought.

No! I'll write in my journal, to crit and rate,

all their behaviors and laught at them in my head.

Fred will be at home today, safe but not secure

of mind.

The End

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