Mine Field

Mine Fields. Trying to get on with life But there is a minefield in my way I’m constantly walking on eggshells I no longer know what to do or say The slightest innocent remark And a mine explodes Right beneath my nose Political correctness has gone mad On overload Who makes these stupid rules And abides by them are mindless little fools Sheeple who believe everything they read I meet them every day I was brought up well And maybe old fashioned But I have to say I’m not changing for nobody Imbosials who bug me So please go away A blackboard is still a blackboard Baa Baa black sheep is still black I’m in no way a racist I’m Gay without being Gay Still, give compliments unconditionally Everyday A girl is still a Bird I’m not sexist But I know some women who are You can say anything you like But I can’t So go and burn your Bra I was once proud to be British But British doesn’t have the same Meaning no more Anyone is classed as British now Soon as they reach our shores Intellect gets no respect But what you see Is what you get And I’ll never forget I’m proud of who I am I may not be perfect For I am just a man With a good heart Often misunderstood But my intentions Are always good. Peter Dome©2019.