What happens if I offend,
With my words that do descend.
Perched seductively upon my lips,
Feeling the tension as it grips.
As I say something wrong,
Because it wont be long,
Before I’m judged or slayed,
By the self righteous or the dismayed.
What was it that I said?
Merely some words formed in my head,
Verbalised and made real,
Not necessarily what I feel!