Daring CB

The cheater-bully, CB, in my school was caught thieving red-handed. Well, surrounded by guards with long arms, the CB just said sorry but stayed on up to now. Nearing graduation, the CB bullied the school body to stop cheating and giving other students a hard time. Zero tolerance for misbehavior, CB ordered as self-declared President of the school and its graduating class. The school run abuzz. Others have other things to do. Others praise the CB, CB wouldn't be Pres if CB has got no morals. The school has been getting flaks from other schools in the technology linked global school community. The CB, trying hard as she won't to, didn't get a handshake from an elusive newly and truly elected elite-school President. Now the CB is losing her marbles as nobody believes her except herself and the Mob ruling our poor school. The evil -bitch spirit inside her is keeping her intact. She's deeply religious. Many prayed over the CB and everytime, from a feigned trance, would come out smirking. As graduation nears, the CB and the Mob keep on plotting. To stay on plundering our ODA assissted school or to escape in neverland. CB is in deep shit. Some members of the Mob are secretly laughing. They very well know they could get away with anything. They have nothing to lose. They advise CB not to panic. "We've lost it long time, Madam, just be the CB as you are made to be, enjoy while it lasts, look at jimmy and jocjoc, they're as fresh as daisies in the papers like you. We're in control." What chutzpah? What gall? Only devils say these things to one they are about to devour.

Messing-up

On the way out and messing it all up. What a waste. Incomers would be very very busy cleaning all this bloody stinking mess. They're out to kill me! you blast. They 're not. You've been long dead. You smell but you can't smell yourself. You see but you never see your true self. You low-pitched zombie. You're dead but absolutely you're walking. Vultures are salivating. You're giving so much down payment in cold cash. Are you ready for the end game? Just recall the shouting, cursing jueteng lord convicted rapist in the not too distant past. Yours will be worse than that. It will be eerily gory without any trace or noise. Harden not your steely cold heart, there still an ounce of pity left. But no, you will surely fight it out. Even as you are already dead in the cold. You're doing fine big wooly bully. Can't wait to greet you along the node of a downturn spiral. This is hearsay. Yours always and ever, in Prada.

The Ogre Snarls Silently

No more word from the small pitch-voiced ogre. Only a muted snarl. Yes, Hon Solons you 're wasting people's money. While the bullies are enjoying stolen part of it. That's one of the ogre's lawyers talking. World Bully just bullied local bullies. They yipped and yakked. People waiting for further shameless postures. The World Bully fed up with unmoderated greed. All it got was a snub. And irritating yakkity-yaks. The ship full of holes. The local bullies' heads are leaking. The final slambang or WB swat will find all dripping with stinking scandalous local bullies' body fluids. Time to end the insatiable lust for power which means moolah for the pea-brained posers. Stop flow of money to their guts, WB. Jail them, Panfinoys.