Opinions can be ignored, mocked,
S'fair enough – satirists like that stuff
Swift’d be buggered.
Otherwise &  of course,
No-one has the right not to be offended
I am offended everyday
By the complacent, old
Bastards who hang on to every penny
Take every credit
& have the empathy of granite
& who  so easily condemn
those poorer or less well-educated
than them.

I love the novels of Dickens
For the way that he exposes hypocrisy
Like a surgeon exposes the aorta
His touch and tone
take my breath away.

A note held
for so long.
It ends up
as a song.