Nothing But the Truth

Nothing But the Truth The world has gone too far PC At least to folks the likes of me I tell it simply like I see it If that’s upsetting, well so be it The world’s become so sensitive Leaving truth no place to live “Do these pants make my but look fat?” How am I to answer that I simply tell the truth I fear “It’s not the pants, it’s just your rear. “How does my hair look in the back?” Again the PC words I lack I ought to say it looks just fine But PC words don’t come to mind “It’s awful bad, you need a brush” These non-PC words out of me rush “What’s that smell? What did you do?” I have to say “I think it’s you.” “Maybe your shoes, maybe your feet They’re simply smelling none too sweet.” “Does this color go with that?” Again we’re back to pants and fat I say “You need to change your blouse Before you venture out the house” I know I never should have looked And just like that, my goose is cooked And so it goes and never ends It’s worrisome I tell you friends The world now labels me uncouth Because I simply tell the truth!