By Razz
I’m beginning to sense a little hostility…
To [censor] with hostility…Hostility happened
a long time ago.
I clip my words off, I change my vocabulary
Just so I don’t offend you?
Poetry that offends sticks in your mind…
We don’t like being offended…
I want to offend you
I want to [censor] you off.
I want you to know I hate you.
I want you to leave my poetry alone.
But you are part of our system…
I am part of no system,
But only my own.
I wish you to join me in my system.
Be prepared to be denied.
Why do you fight us…
Because if no one fought,
We would all become mindless sheep.
And all would be blank,
And passion would be lost…