Bonus Poem of the Week: The Real Problem Concerning 21st-Century PC Culture part 1

The Real Problem Concerning 21st-Century PC Culture part 1
April 27, 2017

The world’s become downright stupid. It’s as simple as that,
And yet, people blame this or that for where society’s at.
It ain’t just the PC police holding humanity back.
If anything, our own dim insights are why things are out of whack.
Trust me, we can all cry “PC sucks!” ‘til we pass out,
But honestly, such rules are but part of what this is about.

Yes, it’s gotten annoying how we micromanage the way
We interact with each other at every time of day
With even the slightest show of verbal negativity
Labeled as an act of bullying from the likes of you and me,
Even if what we say was but a single, honest thing
And far from a blatant insult…and yet, our words sting,
And we get branded as scumbags, blacklisted in the eyes
Of those who’ve taken our words wrong and now wish we would die
Despite us having carefully chosen the words we’ve said,
Unlike so many others whose words have been heard or read
Who’ve cursed like drunken sailors and screamed like banshees, too,
About that which they hate with no consideration put into
The words they’ve said, which include flagrant profanity
And many an unchecked slur, thus exposing their bigotry
As well as tacky references to real-life tragedies,
Amongst other things that show a flippant lack of diplomacy,
And yet, for some dumb reason, these words so wretched and vile
Are deemed okay by those who’ve red and heard them, yet all the while,
Those of us who’ve carefully monitored what we’ve said are the blight.
Why? ‘Cause of the opinions we’ve expressed? That doesn’t seem right—
Especially when we’ve avoided anything that would imply
Ourselves as any type of villain wandering ‘neath Heaven’s sky…
No insults, no ill wishes, no threats to others’ well-being.
Honestly, I’ll never know what trash these critics are hearing or seeing.

It’s one thing to be sensitive. It’s one thing to give a damn.
It’s another thing, however, to be an overreactive ham
Who loses his or her cool at the slightest repugnant thing,
Whether said person’s PC or not when reacting to the sting.
These people don’t stop to think at all, for all they do is feel,
And the hazards their half-baked retribution brings is all too real,
And with history to tell us of what happens when people snap,
I say it’s high time we tell these kids to take a nap
To sleep off their aggravation before more people get hurt.
That’s the best way I can put it without being too curt,
And why the laws haven’t been written to keep these people in check
I’ll never understand, but here’s one notion I respect:
PC along ain’t the problem. Rather, it’s the lack of brains,
For people on both sides of the spectrum are stupidly insane,
And unless we all wise up soon, things are bound to only get worse,
So everyone, heads out of asses so that we can beat this curse.
Let’s all band together and put an end to mass stupidity
And stop blaming the world’s problems solely on things being PC,
For there’s a much greater problem than the PC police alone,
And unless we know and defeat it, forever will denseness drone.

*****

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Bonus Poem of the Week: The Misguided PC Missile

The Misguided PC Missile
March 6, 2017

Living in a PC nation
Is a snowflake generation
Making all endure
That which is “pure”
Against certain stimulation,

Not stopping to understand
How they’re getting out of hand
And how their crusade
Has actually made
A mess across the land.

They claim to fight to end
The evils around each bend
In society
For you and me,
But truth be told, my friends,

They’re so blinded by their plight
That they can’t tell left from right,
And what lies in store
Hence becomes a war
That they wage day and night

Against all they see and hear,
No matter how vague or clear
Something matches the ill
That they’ve deemed to be swill
That others tend to steer clear

Of incurring their great wrath
And having them cut them in half
Or elsehow be rude
And blatantly crude
To garner from others a laugh,

Not bothering at all to show class,
But instead be spiteful and crass,
Trading in rapier wit
For clubs with which to hit
Us on our heads ‘long with their sass,

Not thinking for a minute that we
Have ears to hear, eyes to see,
And brains with which to think
And tell such humor stinks
‘Cause it’s lazy and dumb as can be.

Their arcs, too, are all the same trash
That make many yearn for the past
Back when we all had brains
And hadn’t gone insane
‘Nough to settle for any old hash.

The dramas aren’t much better, though,
Stemming from minds just as slow
And are as such just dull,
Derivative hulls
So alike they fill me with woe

With acting so painful and trite,
Dialogue so lacking in bite,
Blatant violence and sex,
And plots that leave me vexed
With acts so grim, they’re out of sight.

To think, too, we all eat this crap up
These days with little guff—
This mental junk food
When we already brood
Over all the world’s other bad stuff!

Could it be this filth fuels our rage
In this bitter day and age
When we go all out—
Rant, riot, and shout—
And demand the world turns a new page

Rather than directly counteracts
Social justice seekers’ acts
And their search to clean
This world once pristine
Of all smut and its constant attacks

On our morals and values today?
Then hey, I’ve something to say:
Instead of being blind
To who’s behind
Needs hurting in a major way,

Why not turn your eyes and ears
To what you right away can hear
And see is truly
Tacky as can be
And rip that crap a new rear?

Why not focus all your time
And energy on the slime
That’s long been killing
In a way so willing
What we all once held as sublime—

Stuff that’s long been such raw trash
That it’s been begging to be thrashed
Since it first appeared
Simply out of fear
Of it rending our morals to hash,

Which they’ve pretty much already done?
Wake up! Let’s all send on the run
The mediocre tripe
That’s long sponged all the hype
From what could otherwise have been fun,

Enjoyable, and nourishing,
Leaving even common folk wishing
That the god old days
We had not cast away
Into the past with our “Psh!-ing.”

Better yet, let’s stop being numb
To all that we know to be dumb
And take it to task
And send it to the past
‘Fore it makes us all mindless bums

Who’ll settle for anything
That the world’s clueless hacks will bring
And seat ‘fore their eyes
In high-qual disguise
That which the world will feel some sting.

That’s what’s long been wrong, you see—
Our own rampant stupidity
And if we don’t, friends,
Bring it to an end,
Where exactly shall we be

When our morals and values die?
What will happen to you and I?
Will we all stand together
And change things for the better
Or be forced to say goodbye

To all that we once thought of as nice
As the world falls to sin and vice,
Where all hope is gone
‘Cause we sang the wrong songs
Back when we all skated on thin ice?

The time to wise up is now
While we can pull things through somehow
And put to and end
The real trouble ‘round the bend,
For the future is bleak—and how!

Our ignorance is all to blame,
For it’s humanity’s greatest shame,
And come high water
Or Hell, we oughta
Get our heads back in the game.

Our pride and hate have done us squat
In escaping this nasty plot.
Now, come on, people. Think
‘Fore we further sink.
Otherwise, we’ll completely rot.

*****

 
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