Don’t You Let Those Bastards Win
©2003 Deweywriter Ltd. All rights reserved.

Call you names and steal your ball, knock your books out in the hall.
Lock the door, won’t let you in, don’t you let those bastards win.

Dump your lunch onto the floor, slam you hard into the door.
Laugh at you and cause a din, don’t you let those bastards win.

Slap your face for being mad, seems to you you’re always bad.
Take the blow right on your chin, don’t you let those bastards win.

Finished school and got a job, sailing ships and turning knobs.
Around the world is where I’ve been, I won’t let those bastards win.

Running lights and making power, passing time marked by the hour.
Making huge propellers spin, I won’t let those bastards win.

Work I’ve found where I can teach, all the world seems within my reach.
But emotions here are wearing thin, how could I let those bastards win?

Talk and talk and talk some more, but finally I know the score.
Delve the soul for what’s within, I really let those bastards win.

So much grief have I received, so much more than I perceived.
Emotions aren’t a mortal sin! I won’t let you bastards win!

Sobbing, crying until I'm sore, out of me my pain does pour.
Like dumping trash into a bin, I can’t let those bastards win!

Realize that childhood’s past, it’s really only fear that lasts.
Set aside, healing can begin, I won’t let those bastards win.

Gradually now my tears subside, my armored shell now open wide.
Becoming comfortable in my skin, I won’t let those bastards win.

Looking back I can’t believe, just how much I have achieved.
Watch my kids play with a grin, how could those bastards hope to win?

Though a trial my life has been,
I finally get it- I’ve defeated them.
I'll never have to ask again.
None of those bastards will ever, ever win.

-Dewey May 1, 2003