Confession
Give me a break, enough already!
Censure thrown round like confetti
On the biased philes and phobes
That sit between my ear lobes
Oh! I’ll come clean I’ve prejudice
In choosing whom to hug and kiss
When England take to football field
I pray the other side will yield
But not within my catechism:
Pre judge with a rigid ‘ism’
Love each race no predetermines
All folk, even French and Germans
Gender? save in sporting race
Make your own choice of airs and grace
There is one sphere I must confess
(Enforced by no undue duress)
I make no bones on this decree
Unquestioned: WIFE SUPREMACY!
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
