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Bullies feed on attention

 Bullies feed on attention

Bullies feed on attention

H.Clinton wasn’t tough enough to fight a bully

She was used to people kowtowing to her

And behaving the Rich Liberal way

She wasn’t a Street Fighter

We all know Billionaires hustle & whore

(& I don’t judge that

I am not without Sin)

But C’mon

I’m sorry

But you have to be Street Smart

A Bully will never ‘raise the tone’

Get out of your University Bubble

& Look a man who wants to kill you

In the eye

You gotta know how to quickly put a bully in their place

& it doesn’t come by playing the High Moral Ground

Particularly when you don’t have a leg to stand on

Zsa Zsa Gabor knew how to deal with men who get ‘fresh’

Hit em where the lover hangs out

You’ve gotta have been around

Not just surrounded by a Palace of Courtiers.

She failed us all.

 

She failed to put him away

Like Chamberlain the Pussy

With Hitler

& Now it’s too late

The Left are playing a game of language

And no fair distribution of wealth

They’ve forgotten the Poor

They’re forgotten the working class need jobs & Pride

Churchill knew that

& now we all must suffer

& the kids

Who grow hearing the toxic macho bullshit talk

Have no role models anymore

You have killed God

You intellectuals

& you’ve never addressed the absence

That without HIM

There is only Power

& the Bigger Dog

Will always win.

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023.

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