Bad Taste Poem by Lamar Cole

Bad Taste



In high school he had been treated like crap.
One guy bullied him so bad that in class he had to take a nap.
25 years later at the high school reunion the same bully he met.
And he was still mad as you can get.
He couldn't stop himself from punching the bully in the face.
But the bully sending him to jail left in his mouth a bad taste.

Thursday, May 16, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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