No Offence

You can’t do this, you’re not worthy, not the skills,
It’s just not right, you are the wrong man for the job,
Not thinking straight, no capacity, no real thrills,
Just a letch, nothing to offer, a parasitical blob,

No creativity, good ideas or real solutions,
Not one to stereotype, but clearly wrong, you’re not the one,
Show no bite, care or compassion for revolution,
So dim of mind, slow of thought, never shone,

Just a shell, a mere husk of a person,
Need a stiff drink to clear the mind, no steady nerve,
All defence, no attack, no rhyme or reason,
No real friends, aids or allies to observe,

Many detractors, few cheerleaders or supporters,
Just appeasers, sycophants, that I can sense,
Fuelled by mental misunderstanding from most quarters,
Same sex marriage didn’t help – no offence.

The author, Paul Anthony Obey, born in 1970, is working class,
from a working class family, raising a working class family.
Married to a proud New Zealander, Nicola, they live in the
North West of England and share four children; Ryan, Hayley,
Bethany and Seth, one of each from both.

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