Things That Bother Me

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Things that bother me:

Here on Planet Paul

In my sunshine bubble,

With its tempering, shielding clouds.

Where do I start?

Well, let’s begin with half-empty glass people.

For them the world is but a wicked place,

Full of evil and corruption

Crime and drugs

Like Milton’s bottomless perdition.

So then they wonder why they suffer

From depression

As they whinge about every little thing

From plastic beer glasses

To the tint of my sunglasses

To everything I do

Or anybody else

Who seeks to see

That glass:

Half Full.

And then we have The Outraged

Flanked by The Offended:

The PC Brigade –

As sensitive as a swollen red foot,

Suffering from a bout of gout.

Constantly on the lookout

For the slightest smear

Against their race, gender, religion

Or sexual orientation

Or anything else about which

They have the proverbial

Chip on the shoulder.

Outraged, offended, outraged

You bigot, sexist, blah blah phobic

Piece of excrement!

Well sorry you lot,

Whichever clan you’re from

(Maybe both!)

For I refuse to go your way.

I’ll keep seeking all that’s good in this world

And try to keep that glass half full.

I assert my right to freedom of speech:

To express my opinion

And say what I think.

For “harassment” is inevitable

When there are people about

With differing views.

Not forgetting

That some are quite insane.

Each one of us is beautifully unique:

A thing to be respected

If only tolerated

But cherished,

In the name of Love.

Paul Butters

© PB 9\7\2018.