Bobby walked to school everyday
As a trail of tears marked his way
He had no friends so his life was quite dim
And all the kids teased and liked to pick on him
Thrown into lockers pushed on the ground
Bobby cried as he stood with a frown
They broke his glasses and wrote on his shirt
Poor Bobby went home feeling like dirt
His mom beat him whenever she was mad
And left him alone, hurt and sad
Tried to be good and never disobeyed
Bobby slept outside, in the cold that day
No one could see and no one could hear
But Bobby had enough, as he wiped away his tears
Filled with hatred and as stiff as a pole
But Bobby was shaking from head to sole
He went in his room and closed the door
As he walked to the corner and knelt on the floor
Gasping and sniffing, face full of tears
Bang! He was happy. Right then and there
The police came to the house, the day after, in fact
Bobby’s mom had wept, but it was only an act
The cop took off his hat with tears on his face
He could barely look, for what a disgrace
Sprawled on the floor holding a teddy bear
Bobby lay in a pool. Blood mixed with
