Take Offence

I dared to say what was on my mind;
caused her fragile little heart to race.
She said I was offensive—unkind.

Once her feeble little stomach churned,
my free speech couldn’t be allowed to spread.
I was an offender walking free.

I said something she didn’t want to hear;
social media said she was right.
She was addicted to the offence.

She festered over my cruel words;
barked enough to lure the largest herd.
So many new friends flocked to her gloom.

Another social pity magnet,
relying on tired old name-calling;
far easier than to just grow up.

Tolerance; fairness; equality.
Dare to share your views and opinions;
the oppressed know it’s low quality.