I use my elbow
Not my sharp elbow
My sharpened elbow
To wade
          and make my way
Through the throngs
          of bleeding hearts
                   disturbing my peace
MY----- peace of mind
With their empathetic conjectures
          of what my purpose might be
Leave it alone! PEOPLE!
It's every man for himself
Or should I say "every person"
In hopes that it pleases
          some inexhaustible demand
For compliance
          In being politically correct
          On not only the trivial
                    but meaningless matters
I will strive
I will survive
I will thrive
In my complacency
         to recognize anyone
                         with thoughts
                                     different than my own
My bubble is made of nylon and prejudice
Woven band over band
Against the slithering bombardment
Of knowledge or ethics
       I live very comfortably
                   in my two bath home
        Except for the fear
        Sometimes a terror
        That brown people and Muslims
                                   are trying to take it away