You say purple, they say pink
And I know you think that your shit don’t stink but hey
You still need to flush
You say maybe, they say please
And I know you feel that they’re like a disease but hey
Aren’t we all
Into the fire from the frying pan
You put a muzzle on words you’re the woke Taliban
It’s the new orthodoxy
It’s guilty by proxy
You’re digging up bones just to cast your stones
Let the past be the past and get on with it.
Burn those bridges, burn that book
Dictate your own speech and looks but hey
Live and let live
You say hate, I say love
Four letter words that we’re thinking of but hey
They’re free of charge
So Ostracize and claim your prize
Waggle your index finger
Show everybody how good you are
Gotta show everybody, how woke you are
Gotta show everybody, how much you
CARE
It’s the new orthodoxy
It’s guilty by proxy
You’re digging up bones just to cast your stones
Let the past be the past and get on with it.
Get On With It.
Copyright 2020. F.N. de Boer.