WE BE P C!

I am a Perfect Cretin
I'm Politically Correct.
I tolerate opinions,
IF dictated to my minions.

I love ALL within my ken,
[Except of course, those evil men!]
Question not my coven,
Or suffer then the oven.

We'll get your goat,
And cut his throat.
We'll cook your goose,
Then turn you loose.

I'm Proud to be a victim,
It proves I must be Pure.
Someone else was BAD to me,
To hate YOU is my cure.

For my Right,
To Whine I'll Fight.
If I feel Sad,
I know you're Bad.

It's all Your fault,
My wounds I salt.
If I must cry,
I'll hang you high.

If I have the urge to hate
That's proof that ME you violate.
I must feel good All the time.
Or else you've thought on me a crime.

My victimhood is sacred,
Look down and bow your head.
Apologize for thinking,
Or else I'll Hex you dead.

My head is in the sand,
My thoughts and feelings canned.
Your questions I can't stand,
So your poetry is BANNED!