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.
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