Don't Call Me Dick.
Now there's plenty of things that's been said,
Derogatory words fuelled by my name that's been read,
I'm sure my parents never suffered the same,
But what were they thinking giving me my name?
At school the bullies made me sick,
Even the teachers would giggle when they called me "dick",
In the playground there'd be whispers of spite,
I never understood what gave them the right.
As I grew older the name calling never abated,
It didn't matter where I went I was always hated,
I seemed to be the butt of everyone's jokes,
And if the word's wasn't enough, I'd get sniggering pokes.
I never managed to go out with a girl on a date,
They would huddle in groups and leave me to my fate,
I was always the last to get picked on any team,
Everyone found an opportunity to be mean.
Everything's been said I've heard them all,
Even word's missed were daubed on the wall,
People never seemed to take me serious,
At the mere mention of my name became delirious.
My childhood was one of dismay,
It seemed everyone had something to say,
Even the unpopular kids took it for granted,
Joined in with the abuse when my name was chanted.
I take it my disposition by now has been pictured,
My first name's not "Dick" it is Richard,
But the only thing that fills me with dread,
Is when you shorten my first name followed by "Head".
But I tried my hardest not to let them take me down,
Eventhough I was always the school clown,
When I was younger I couldn't wait to be taller,
My life changed when I became a midfield footballer.