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 ****** 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.