Loonies
The moment I hear the word ‘privilege’,
I re-tune my mental dial –
And ‘problematic’ sends me to sleep,
And ‘gaslight’ sets me up for bile.
But the word which most puts me on edge
Is ‘woke’, by a country mile –
It isn’t that devastating or deep,
And more a case of a trendy style.
It sorrows me when my own damn side
Pontificate like they’re seventeen.
For once, can we all take a few long breaths
Before we vent our righteous spleen ?
Myself included – I take no pride
In admitting to what an arsehole I’ve been.
We’re meant to be nice guys, we on the left –
A republicker shouldn’t be a stroppy queen !
Rhyming Couplets 