Political Correctness. (When An Arse Is Still An Arse.)

There’s an arse that says

It’s a bottom,

A posterior, upright and fey.

It struts along,

Singing its song,

Hey, check me out. I’m ok.


There’s a language

I struggle to speak.

When I think I am right I am wrong.

I follow a lead,

I pay homage and heed

To the political correctness song.


But, sometimes, an arse is an arse.

Sometimes,pert, is not quite.

Sometimes, upright still gets it wrong, 

And, sometimes,

Arses talk shite.


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