Come Uppance

Remember in the nursery rhyme
The horrid little girl with the curl?
Guess we all have one of those in our lives,
The one who yells and falls on the floor,
Kicks and screams until her way she gets.

Why is it the girls or boys like that,
Who bully, whine, aggravate for advantage,
Never seem to have trouble stick?
Perhaps they are coated with Teflon,
Never keeping the sorrow they cause.

Whatever the course of life they choose,
They run rampant over all in their paths,
Leaving behind bruised, trampled beings,
Wondering from where the storm came.
But the causes of grief never pause.

However, one bright spot looms
For all who suffer those shots and stings,
Because in the future, like pots thus coated,
Time has a way of thinning and scratching
Until the finish is finally rubbed away.