No woke am I: A poem 

This age is but outage  

of morality’s outspoken sage 

But I will not flip my page 

I’ll make courage my outright gauge 

I am not party to wokes 

Therefore, a picnic for jokes 

Let nobody prick my calm 

Noone can twist my arm 

I don’t bleed for abortion rights 

I am conservative, black and white 

My curry is hot with spice 

Political correctness gives me gripes 

There are no cheers for me in the pavilion 

Wooden spoons, I get for my opinion 

But I’ll still be honest as death 

And give them hypocrites a sweat