Lunch Time Bully

Lunch Time Bully


I hate it when it’s lunchtime and I have to leave the room.
I follow all the others down the hall.
The teachers, they just smile at me. “He’s timid,” they assume.
But they don’t understand it, not at all.


I sit alone and take my food out of a paper sack.
I can’t afford to buy the lunch at school.
I try to eat it up real fast, before they can attack.
Sometimes the things they do are really cruel.


Some of the kids just giggle or they point and call me names.
I hate it, but that’s sometimes what they do.
But what I hate the most is when they want to play their "games"
And try to tell me things I know aren’t true.


“Hey Bobby, did you know I saw your grandma Tuesday night?
She dug down in a trash can for your food!”
The things they say upset me, but they know that I won’t fight.
“That slop you got has already been chewed!”


I try to move away, but now they’ve gathered all around.
They take my food and drop it on the floor.
I watch them as they stomp it, but I never make a sound.
The bell rings and they head out for the door.


My lunch is gone. I’m hungry. I just want to sit and cry.
I wish I knew a way to make them pay.
But nothing ever changes, so I simply heave a sigh
And hope tomorrow is a better day.


Rhyme pattern: abab
Syllable count: 14-10-14-10