Whimp

by Andy loves Jesus   Jun 14, 2006


They push you down and pick on you.
Exspect you to fight for nothing at all.
Having a crowd with them makes then feel better.
Until they begin to call you a little whimp.

They loose when they realize thats your cue.
To beat on them badly until they fall.
They didn't even realize who you were.
He's then running away like a baby chimp.

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