I don't with intention,
Wish to offend anyone.
But so many are defending against,
Something they find offensive...
Even if I wanted to offend with intent,
Someone who I am not specifically referring to...
Would express their contempt,
With it meant and directed towards me...
Because they found my contents,
For them not offensive enough.
And there is nothing I can say to explain,
They should not take my comments personally.
But they request my remarks,
For them to be customized.
With insults to heighten their disgust.
Could it be...
These are the folks who miss getting,
Their obscene calls with heavy breathing?
And the days they reminisce,
Awaiting by their telephones to receive them?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem