Here To Flip The Offending Trip!
We all know, even those who are rather slow, that humans gets offended by anything these days. The cat just thinks they are lost in some silly maze. One their brain doesn't want to get through. They'd rather be offended by you.
A simple task laid.
Stuck up to see.
No statement made.
Just the belief of thee.
No push on others.
No tirade or spiel.
No talk of mothers,
Like some 90's ordeal.
Just a simple notion.
A one and done.
Oops, a commotion.
Out to offend everyone.
It offends my belief.
It offends my sight.
It causes me grief.
I'll think about it all night.
This is my retort.
Take that, you.
You I'll report,
What I say is true.
I'm the one?
Me and not you?
Don't be a nun.
That isn't true.
My words are truth.
You offended me.
Here in my booth,
I'm king, you see.
Mine was a statement?
Yours was just a share?
Oh, go and get bent.
You put it out there.
That's offending to me.
Pushing your views like that.
What? I didn't have to come see?
There was no welcome mat?
I saw your hidden meaning.
Now I'm offended in every way.
You need a censor screening.
Truth is every word that I say.
Pffft to such nuts. They can go sniff dog butts. The only ones offending in such cases are the offendees. As they get offended by a breeze. Then what they say is oh so true. I think the cat telling them to pound sand up their ass may come due. Whoops, did I let that slip? Damn, I offended so many with that little blip. Notice how the offendees are usually the offenders? Maybe they need to get beaten up by The Defenders? The cat does enjoy offending such a low tier human class. For they can just suck on the gas that comes out my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
A simple task laid.
Stuck up to see.
No statement made.
Just the belief of thee.
No push on others.
No tirade or spiel.
No talk of mothers,
Like some 90's ordeal.
Just a simple notion.
A one and done.
Oops, a commotion.
Out to offend everyone.
It offends my belief.
It offends my sight.
It causes me grief.
I'll think about it all night.
This is my retort.
Take that, you.
You I'll report,
What I say is true.
I'm the one?
Me and not you?
Don't be a nun.
That isn't true.
My words are truth.
You offended me.
Here in my booth,
I'm king, you see.
Mine was a statement?
Yours was just a share?
Oh, go and get bent.
You put it out there.
That's offending to me.
Pushing your views like that.
What? I didn't have to come see?
There was no welcome mat?
I saw your hidden meaning.
Now I'm offended in every way.
You need a censor screening.
Truth is every word that I say.
Pffft to such nuts. They can go sniff dog butts. The only ones offending in such cases are the offendees. As they get offended by a breeze. Then what they say is oh so true. I think the cat telling them to pound sand up their ass may come due. Whoops, did I let that slip? Damn, I offended so many with that little blip. Notice how the offendees are usually the offenders? Maybe they need to get beaten up by The Defenders? The cat does enjoy offending such a low tier human class. For they can just suck on the gas that comes out my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
Published on July 17, 2017 03:00
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