An ode: “Politically correct”

I bought a leather jacket, couldn’t afford one new.

It was Salvation Army’s finest — fit like a good shoe.

The first time I wore the thing, it caused a heckuva stir.

Around the collar, everyone saw F U R, fur.

It was politically incorrect, they told me to my face,

for killing innocent animals, I was in disgrace.

I tried to scream above the shouts, dodged the eggs too slow.

Whoever killed that animal did it 20 years ago!

Blame it on the system, where do they find the words?

To dump the guilt on everyone is really quite absurd.

Could it be a cover up for greedy politicians?

We rattle pots and pans and they burn down the kitchen.

I voted every year I could, most times the pickings lean.

But it never seemed to change a thing — politics are mean.

If you don’t vote, shame on you, that’s politically incorrect.

No matter the measly choices, you must show respect.

Do your patriotic duty, to further their careers.

Show political correctness though you land upon your rear.

So Social Security and Medicare need massive resurrection

Fight their wars and don’t protest that’s political incorrection.

Blame it on the system, where do they find the words?

To dump the guilt on everyone is really quite absurd.

Could it be a cover-up for selfish politicians?

While we rattle pots and pans, they’re burning down the kitchen. PINKIE PARANYA Yuma