Offended

 Morons and the immature need defended
It’s the weak minded that get offended
Offended to the point they complain
Their moaning and whining drives me insane

An emotional cocktail stirred not shaken
Offence can only be deliberately taken
It can never be offered or even given
It cannot be slashed, stabbed or driven

If you don’t like the kitchen, can’t stand the heat
stop choosing to take offence and then bleat
Like children you cry and choose to feel hurt
Why not just ignore everything that I blurt

So grow up, stop whimpering like a crybaby
Treating insults and put downs like ass gravy
What ever happened to ‘sticks and stones’
They’re only words, they don’t break bones