The Ballad of Donnie and Bill (A Collaboration with Perso~in~Poesia)

The fat kid tired young
a jester large upon their stage
the butt of cruel humor
but laughter fuels the rage
so he sought an understudy
to upon the platform place
a weaker target than he
to before their eyes disgrace

No one ever sees at play
meek among the classes
he hides beneath his grey cloud
a hooded lad with thick rimmed glasses
avoids the crowds as a shadow
now becomes a puppet on a string
the day that fate delivered him
to a bully with a sting

A crowded cafeteria
would rightly set the scene
the fatboy set his scowling gaze
on little Billy Dean
the glasses from his face he took
and ketchup lined the rims
then quickly yanked poor Billy’s pants
to the ground around his shins

Laughter rang bouncing off the walls
a deer caught in lights
Billy froze to scraps of food being tossed
as a stream of urine caught  every ones sights
wetness stained his underpants
he stepped to run but fell
to the sounds of profanity
that echoed like a pounding bell

The fat kid’s heart it raced and broke
he knew this pain too well
how could he have become the means
to send this boy to hell
he laughed as if to play it off
Donnie flexed a smirky smile
at home that night he couldn’t sleep
his holed heart could find no spile

Street lights flooding in from the window
Donnie saw the images float in his mind
they danced across the bedroom ceiling
and realized, they’re two of a kind
yet he stood above Billy Dean looking down
to cover up his own selfish pride
and mask his insecurities
as two spirits, just died

Conclusions came on restless sleep
tomorrow he’d make it right
through hallowed school halls he searched
all day, but Billy was nowhere in sight
that evening Donnie’s mother asked
if he’d known this boy from class
whose grieving mother found him dead
wrists shredded by mirrored glass

Donnie’s eyes welled up with tears
his chest caved in, his heart sank
he ran and ran and ran and ran
chubby rosie face faded to a pale blank
he stood on a bridge, freeway cars whizzing by
looking down wondering what hell is like
as he fell to the pavement below he yelled,
“I’m Sorry Billy” as another tragic death strikes

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I was honored to have had the chance to write with the mighty Ax over at Perso~in~Poesia. Please go check out this and some of his other amazing posts.

This piece, though controversial is a voice to those without the words to speak. Those lost in the pain who cannot see with clarity. Its a ballad about bullying, inaction and consequences. Everybody feels pain and I believe that bully’s are not born, they are made. This is a total work of fiction and not a reference to any real or actual event. Any similarities are coincidental and unintended. Just to ease your mind, the last picture on this post is actually a Sumo Wrestler child doing stretches and not a real life victim.

Thanks Antony for working through this piece with me.

Written by Matt and Ax
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh

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32 thoughts on “The Ballad of Donnie and Bill (A Collaboration with Perso~in~Poesia)

  1. I both love and hate the memories this brought up. However it did make me so grateful for my father. His quiet endurance, strong stand for right showed me a better way than retaliation. Or depressions plight.

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  2. Well Matt, you did warn me and I’m glad you did because I did well up. Harrowing read but so very well done. This is a subject that’s very close to my heart, I abhor any form of bullying and gratuitous cruelty. You guys wrote a beautiful piece and one with an important message as well, I’m so proud of you both. I’m going to tweet and Facebook this, it should be compulsory reading in each and every single classroom everywhere.

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    • Thank you Nathalie. It was a very emotional piece for both of us; yet something that need to be said. I had a few tears myself writing and rereading it. It’s sad that people are this way and that it could actually turn into a situation like this.

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  4. Jesus. I wasn’t expecting that but my god, you did not disappoint. That hit me particularly hard and I struggled to finish without tears. I’d like to share this one if that is ok with you? You know what, if that was shown to some of the kids at the schools round here, they’d be knocked into last Wednesday by those words. Awesome.

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      • I’m not surprised. You captured something that dives in, rips the heart out and slams it straight into your face with such force that your brain meets you coming back. I know that sounds terribly convoluted but I guess I’m trying to say is that it was bloody brilliant and should be shown to every child in every city/town/village etc and probably also, their parents.

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  6. This is so spot on. Bullying is a big problem and you two did a fantastic job becoming the voice of the suppressed voices or the altogether voiceless ones. How delicately yet so powerfully you guys managed to speak about something that everyone knows about but will either turn a blind eye or will just not be bothered. Loved it, you guys.

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