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Mar 2019
So,
you're offended that I offended you and they're offended that we're offended, we're offended that they're offended, we'll all be unfriended and that's offended me, who's left to be offended?

we should grow a pair, but that'll offend someone out there,

it's keeping quiet time,
say nothing to no one
post no pictures, do not
recite the dead sea scrolls
no obscenities
profanities,
thankyou and
please

watch as the eyes roll back
in my head
and dead?
who is there left to offend?

minorities,
majorities
major minors
minor majors
duchesses
dowagers
lords and ladies
screaming babies
squawking kids

please hold the line
this
could take a very long time,.

I'm out of here.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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