… A friend of mine likes to Ruffle Feathers;
he hit the niall on the head.
Too many remain compliant –
of course they dowse their heads in ice water
because they are bullied to it.
Bullying takes many forms
but sit-on-my-face-book has to be the worst.
I find my blood boil
when I am at that dreadful site.
Despairing at my contacts with rising anger,
“These are my friends?!?”
Of all sadnesses to see my own family
succumbing to the bullies;
the workplace, the social crew, flesh and blood.
Society expects you to do your duty in the name of Charity.
You don’t care about that charity.
I know you and I just don’t believe you.
You were motivated only to conform.
In this world, standing out as different and refusing the mainstream path,
means you are just too fucking weird.
I am sorry for you.