A Bully

Is a Parasite

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A bully strikes upon you like a hood mockingbird, fearlessly, disturbing your nest, a relentless parasite. Even in your dreams you daren't look back at this bully with balding head. Their daily presence is so persistent, always observing you, listening around corners, pecking at your liver, they fill you with worry, “I have no friends.”

Next day you stand near a man who has lots of friends, and hearing the things he has to put up with with so many friends, you wonder why anyone bothers to have friends at all.

What's really bothering you, you realize hurrying home, is you haven't had nearly enough sleep, so you go to bed five hours early, have dreams as the grass is green, and next day you have lots of friends, and the bully, that desperate parasite, has flown away.

“Is this hood bothering you?” says the mockingbird.

“Says you!” you say, “So foolish.”

“You sure nothing's bothering you?” the mockingbird taunts.

“Sorry!” you say, holding your ground, “In many ways.”

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