Politically Correct

By Pam Moore









I’m politically correct I am
I’m now a proper Pamela not a prejudicial Pam
And I call myself a Person – not a womyn or a man
And my p.c. conscience is clear.

You mustn’t call me middle aged but merely in my prime
I am NOT getting old – just challenged by time
I know YOUR thoughts and feelings are as valid as mine
And my p.c. conscience is clear.

I don’t eat anything which has a face and eyes
I don’t pollute the planet or go poisoning the skies
I’m not racist or sexist, I am tolerant and wise
And my p.c. conscience is clear.

Political correctness is my true philosophy
I say that everything has rights from a cane toad to a tree
I’m loving and respectful to all humanity
And my p.c. conscience is clear.

A female gender person came to my door one day
Emotionally challenged and in some slight disarray
“You pinched my bloke, you harlot! And now yer gonna pay!!”
But my p.c. conscience was clear.

So I said: “This person you refer to is your former partner now.
And he made some rational choices, you mad demented cow.
And if it is a fight you want, come in! I’ll show you how!
MY p.c. conscience is clear”

SHE was not politically correct at all.
Her misuse of the language really left me quite appalled
And our brief interaction sadly ended in a brawl
But my p.c. conscience was clear.

Political correctness put that person in her place.
I do NOT have a broken nose – it’s simply just displaced
And what you see as bruises are adornments to my face.
And my p.c. conscience is……..

Clear as a bell
She can go to hell
That narkish gnome
And leave us alone!
Pea brained tart!
Breath like a fart!
Whining old witch!
Bothersome bitch!

How dare she accuse me of snaffling her man!!
…………When I’m politically correct I am……..

© Pamela Moore 2007