Tired of being politically correct,
With my latest thoughts, feelings, anger and philosophical merriment,
Afraid to offend those feeling they are Heaven sent,
Who have the very prospect of being hell bent,
To make me feel like I ain’t worth a bloody red cent.
Why does it matter anyway?
They’ll never let me know, if I may be so bold to say.
Their perennial silence and ignoration bother me each and every day,
No matter what I’ve implied or heartily attempted to portray,
Be it animal, mineral, topical or flowers from the month of May.
Religion and politics make for strange bedfellows, so I’m told,
And my references to both have seemingly left me out in the cold,
By friends and followers on various Social Media platforms who hold,
A completely different set of norms,
Contrary to those opinions I had not purposely trolled.
Yet all I read on my timelines is drivel and vitriol,
Concerning political yearnings, religious learning, highfalutin platitudes to behold,
To make my life better if I follow the incessant droll,
Which has to be truly the way to go while being sold,
A bill of goods that was cut-and-pasted, posted on the Internet in days of old.
If you’re going to be didactic, at least make your stich original,
Not found forever elsewhere on Social Media, Badda-Bing, Bang-Boom or Google.
Try sharing one of your own photos for once,
Maybe even post a bunch,
Instead of regurgitating someone else’s lunch.
Also, would it hurt to make a comment on my posts every now and then,
Whether it be about a photograph personally taken, a blog entry I have penned,
Reflections of my soul, deep thoughts I wanted to send,
Music that I’ve recorded, a rock-and-roll cover to append,
Or a just video of my exploits on the river bend?
In closing, here’s something politically incorrect, dedicated to today’s political climate:
That’s it for now. Thanks to those who comment on occasion, and for your continued support.