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POETIC JUSTICE He'd show up after school everyday, just to push us younger kids around. He acted so tough as he walked cocky, 'that bully' at our playgound. Often teachers hold him to leave, not to show his face during the day. So, after school he'd show up regular, after all the teachers had driven away. One afternoon 'that bully' came along, and shoved a little girl against the wall. Then came tossing his weight around where we boys gathered to play baseball. 'That bully' intimidated us, with hairy legs and a homely face in need of a shave. Our ballgames were always suspended, because of nasty ways that he'd behave. He grabbed my ball and scratched it up, cutting some of the fine-stitched thread. Mad as hell he mad me, as he pulled a few strands of those strings so red. He threw back my tattered baseball and struted away, thinking he was 'cool'. He stopped behind the brick building, to bounce rocks off the wall of the school. I heard the tinkle of shattering glass, as he smashed windows in the gym. I seized my chance to fix 'that bully' and to even our scores with him. Across the white cover of my ripped ball, the one 'that bully' had tried to claim, In the name of poetic justice, I scribbled 'that bullies full name'. Through the busted glass returning a favor, I discreetly tossed 'that bullies ball'. I knew the principal would find it, lying on the floor, just down the hall. |
Additional Notes:
This is a story from grade-school days, trying to cope with an older junior
high-school drop-out. I finally figured out a way to 'fix' him in my own
vandictive way. It must have discouraged him, because he never hung around
us again. (Fortunatly for me, he never was smart enough to figure out who
fixed him!) Ah yes, sometimes there is poetic justice! (Incidently, his
real last name was HAMMER & his nickname was 'Pounder' which immediately
instilled a little fear!)
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