banned for not realizing that i work for a living

Banned for not working from home during this uncertain time when sausages can suddenly become rissoles overnight.

banned for not knowing what i do for a living

Banned for parking your delivery truck in a no parking zone where old farts like me ride our mobility scooters and pop wheelies to impress the old spinsters watching for the most daring stunt.

banned for needing to do crazy tricks to impress the ladies

Banned for watching on and taking notes for future reference.... like when you too are and old fart.

banned for assuming i will ever get old

Banned for thinking you won't succumb to the inevitable and become all wrinkled and withered and wake up 'stiff' every morning but not where it always used to be.

banned for not thinking that i may have found the fountain of youth

Banned for the only fountain you know is when you go to the gents and pee up the wall.

banned for assumption of a wall in existence 

Banned for using a public convenience without walls.... look out, the ceiling is crashing down.

banned for not using the appropriate technology to keep the ceilings up

Banned for resorting to technology when a few simple bricks would suffice.... and maybe some skyhooks for added support.

banned for using boomer technology

Banned for not letting everyone know that Covid was originally spread by space ponies.

Damned space ponies!

Banned for saddling up a space pony to ride into town to purchase a certain kind of space dust that supposedly has healing properties against Covid-19; cabin fever and genital warts.

banned for waving space dust in our faces to try to cure what ails us

Banned for not knowing Space Pony friendship is magical.

banned because magic is nothing more than a level of technology that we don't understand

Banned for including me in the we.

Banned because you mewe'd in the post.

Banned for finding relief on the lamp post

banned for putting in the way in the first place

Banned for failing to realise that you not the banner but the bannee..... so pack up yer troubles in yer ol' kit bag and smile, smile, smile as you walk out the door and avoid it hitting you on the ass you leave.