Umbrage - Poem by Robert R. Railey


Of all the inequities that we humans must endure, the offence of criticism is by far the worst; and that's even truer when they dress it all up by calling it different names
And don't you just hate it when they have the gall to correct us and then tell us that it's for our own good
Well if I had my way, the rascals would all be exiled to a desert island, or perhaps even something worse
For when their day is through they'll take their ideals home with them, but we are left with a feeling of guilt
Perhaps what we need is some kind of a point system: we'll get three for being rude, but only one for being stupid, and which then means that ninety-eight percent of us will get a free pass

Poems by Robert R. Railey

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