I see some prude who allow this crudeness…
As if ignoring it doesn’t make it so!
I’ve earned the right to be respected,
I don’t expect with demand that it’s there.
But I do reject,
An offensiveness I get.
And I let it be known…
With me those actions,
Are not to be shown.
‘And ‘who’ are YOU? ‘
I’m a grown man…
I don’t have to prove that is true!
I don’t subject myself to rudeness,
Or condone it where I go.
I see some prude who allow this crudeness…
As if ignoring it doesn’t make it so!
And I don’t mind,
Removing myself.
With a dignity I command…
And walking out your door!
Never to return anymore!
Leaving me and you too,
With an understanding of who I am…
If and when I should come around again,
And a common sense by then is found.
Hopefully!