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The swager stick for intimidation

The bully schtick for inflammation

Always looking down your eye

Just to hear the snap or cry

Even with his self put down

He is better than you the clown

Hurls out insults like a forty-five

Puts down like a Stuka's dive

Clammers down words like tanks do tracks

If that is poetry you're high on cracks

So buddy back down the stoneage rage

Should have kept you penned or caged