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!
Copyright © Mike Dailey | Year Posted 2014
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