—nary a one jumps up to fight back when purple, livid, little me pushes them off their bikes, and as one bike crashes into the next, down they fall, like dominos—into a tangle of bikes, tormentors, and all.
I don't know what got into me
Whoops!
My mistake!
Make that:
I didn't know what got into me, back then
Now I know that what had gotten into me
Had been a gang of biking bullies
Not unlike last year's busload of bullies
And so on that fateful day
When repressed rage shoots out of my mind's darkest hot spot
An alleycat, on an adrenaline high, leaps over the scardycat
And fearlessly mows those bullies down, all with one blow
Down those dominos fall—bambambambambam
So that on corner-turning day
It is not so much a question of what got into me
But what is finally bursting out of me, as in—
Repressed fury!
Springing loose from its tightly coiled cannon, blasting purple pain!
And thus do I give birth to passion—barreling through my self respecting need
To champion the underdog—including me—from this day forward!
And if this blog has just turned itself into a Marvel Comic
You've played witness to how
The Compassionate Avenging Blogger
Is born!
Hey give me a break—let's not forget—at this time, I'm still just a kid
And if you remember that, then
This next thought process will be as easy to digest as
ABC—
Common sense suggests that a cleansing release of
Anger is a necessary start—then
Blogging with
Compassion follows later, gater.
So there they lay in the street—dazed and confused
A gang of young toughs
Not nearly as tough as they'd gander/ed
Before this looseygoosey leaped up, squawking for all she's worth
Setting them to sprawling with one super human push
Upon collecting their senses, each tough stands up—
And though I have no clue that consequences follow actions
My animal instincts sense tension charging through the air
Redirecting itself away from Barbara, toward this lone ranger girl
Who's self confidence had been mangled by bullies on That Bus
And knowing that Barbara's no Tonto—
Uh oh, says I, shrinking from Alley Cat back into Scardycat
Tt's time to tuckduckrun
No doubt about it
Having turned the tides—I'm in for it now ...
And coming down from my adrenilyn high
MY stand off starts shaking in it's boots because
Here stands a lonely child, facing down a gang of wild and crazy GUYS—
Proven bullies to a man—ganging up against puny little me
No posse to be seen ...
And the only thing I'm certain of at this very moment is this:
Though girl I be, my empathy lies with Gary rather than Grace in HIGH NOON ...
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