Take Offence (you know you want to)

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Words and actions, but not to your satisfaction.
Words and actions: they cause you so much aggravation.
You know you ache to take offence;
please don’t keep us in suspense.

He dared to express what was on his mind;
caused your little heart to race.
We know he was offensively unkind;
and you had to be certain something was said.
Once your little stomach churned,
his free speech, well, it could not be allowed to spread.

They had to know an offender walked free;
your skin felt quite clammy.
He did something you did not wish to see;
social media affirmed you were right.
You were addicted,
but the majority isn’t very bright.

Be the height of fashion; be a social pity magnet.
You know you ache to take offence.
Call him a Nazi; a filthy misogynist fascist.
Embrace the liberating feeling of oppressing him;
please don’t keep us in suspense.

Remember to fester over his words;
you’ll earn more pity.
Stew long enough to lure the largest of herds;
imagine all those new friends that you’ll make.
Flocking to your gloom;
so keen to tie your victim to a stake.

Tolerance, fairness and equality,
the liberals often chant.
But the oppressed know it’s low quality.
Daring to share their views and opinions.
While fairness simply gags them,
such fools to think we live in such brilliance.

Take offence my dear friend; you know you want to;
it’s easier than choosing to just let go.
Go on, take offence; you know you ache to;
it’s no surprise that you’re unready to just grow up.

Words and actions, but not to your satisfaction.
Words and actions: they cause you so much aggravation.
You know you ache to take offence;
please, I beg you, don’t keep us in suspense.

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