Was it my glasses? My white socks, pulled near my knees?
Was it my cargo shorts or pocket calculator?
Was it my polo or neatly combed hair?
Or even my velcro knock off tennis shoes?
No matter the reason, the bullies picked me.
Dressed in black, jock gear, and the cool clothes these days.
They grabbed me, gagged me, walking the street.
Pulled my into the forest where no one could see.
Now here I am, wedgied, punched and Duct taped to a tree.
The bullies taped my mouth so no one could hear me.
Bound head to foot, no hope in sight.
I hope I'm found before they return tonight.