Troublous Times

Politically correct becomes incorrect
What once was safe now insurrect
Behave like a male, want to impale lest become stale
Afraid to ask lest she’s not up to the task
Social tricks make us all dicks
Accused of affront, not getting near my vagina
Denies her desire will forever remain an old piner;
An artefact lost in time,
Once just a natural harvest
Now a travesty, an ecological farce;
Like my poor platypus purse,
An innocent adornment back then, the property of an old relative
But now carrying a current curse
Clawing at modern sensibilities
From a time gone past;
A game for the young, for the mature perverse,
Perspectives never married, probably impossible to reverse.