Age of Offense
This is a poem I wrote about how offended people get about the smallest things. I wish more people would live by the wisdom of the great philosophers Bill and Ted when they said “Be excellent to each other.” And, “Party on, dudes!”
You’re offended that I’m offended by your
Twisted sense of reality.
I’m offended that you’re offended by my
Pristine logic – let me be!
And who do you think you are, to disagree with me?
I’ll have you know, I hold the truth of all reality.
For we have left the Age of Faith
And we’ve disowned the Age of Knowledge
We’ve been swirling through the aether,
Struck the wall of self-made bondage.
Science becomes make-believe
And no longer makes sense.
For we cling to our own deceit
And suffer the Age of Offense.
Offense now roams the once-safe airwaves
News seeks but to entertain.
Truth is everyone’s opinion,
Standards now mean not a thing.
Everyone is right except
Those whose views are not your own.
Everybody reigns as king.
Everybody seats a throne.
For we have left the Age of Faith
And we’ve disowned the Age of Knowledge
We’ve been swirling through the aether,
Struck the wall of self-made bondage.
Science becomes make-believe
And no longer makes sense.
For we cling to our own deceit
And suffer the Age of Offense.
And if you mock, you make my point.
And if you nod your head
Then you are letting others rule you,
Disagree instead!
For these days are oblivion
And chaos and disdain
Now mark my words, for if you don’t
Then you’ll become insane.
A new age needs to overcome
And cast this cursed one down.
If not, we will not get along,
Destroying others’ crowns.
But ’til that day, when sanity
Is born in innocence,
We’ll curse and scream and make each other
Bleed in the Age of Offense.
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