Poems about Bullying
His blood on my fist
Knuckle to the bone
Tear through those teeth
Like a plow through the snow
What is a friend, you may ask.
A friend is special, kind, sweet,
Watches out for you,
Asks you how you are,
What is wrong with our generation?... Smoking. Sex. Drugs. To be cool you have to smoke.
What is wrong with our generation?... Smoking. Sex. Drugs. To be cool you have to smoke.
