Grammar School Bullies

I used to envy the neighbors,

Their Cadillac had rocket ship fins…

The mother always wore hats and gloves,

While reeling from imported gins.

Her son was the public pool lifeguard,

He was also the high school sport hero…

My mother drove a Corvair to work

I was a nerd and rated zero.

Then there was Evan Legaspe,

He flipped boogers on everyone’s back…

No one ever picked on Evan,

Or they’d suffer a ruptured nut sack.

I remember when I captured

John Hunter, playing doctor in the oaks…

He thought he could silence me,

By smashing my bike’s tire rim and spokes.

I hated being the smallest kid,

K through eighth was constant strife…

Until a miraculous growth spurt,
Stepped in and saved my life.

Walking from Carmel Summer School

Bullies detained me with a threat…

I split their eyebrows open

With the case of my clarinet.

I grew up hating mean bullies,

Spending my adult years being kind…

I am the opposite of those I envied,

I’m the man with peace of mind.