Do you remember them **** jokes from the eighties?
Windsurfers do it standing up
Why should you not wear Russian ******?
What's the difference between Shankly and Sadat?
A lot of em ended up as
T shirts
Posters and that

That's how much we used to love comedy
It certainly boosted the seaside economy

Now laughter is suddenly checked
What you mean by that?
I'll throw a hex
After the initial involuntary response
It is now a bit dodgy
To lampoon a *****

The idea you can
Corral the chuckles
Fits I suppose
With a society buckled

But try cancelling
A rouge AI
It'll laugh it your face
And then plan how you die.

I fell into a dark abyss
I was blinded by the light
I'm now at the point
where I don't give a ****
so I'm getting drunk tonight

May we always find ways to speak true, act in accordance to the clean spirited, dignified variant of self.

Continually working towards showing as many virtues as I can muster while honouring so many emotions... allowing the feelings place among my identity, transmuting all labours into setting sights on the path that I tred.

With gentle, steady feet, proper pacing while I make my way towards a functional fathoming of existence.

May the consciousness that flows between all beings witness my sincerity and reward me with my deserved earnings.

May continual bravery and courage be present to face all things while still holding presence to respect the self, spirit and others in their many forms and behaviours.

I hope the salt I shed seasons the surroundings with crystalline amplification of what is in the best interest for all entities so we may learn, grow, shift and adapt accordingly.

It's the fuel and the juice
It's the ******* excuse
Some say it's the fathers ruin
It was born of the need
When water needed the ****
To filter out some of the poison
It's was the grease
That we oiled
To forge
The forge
never spoiled
Where our models
Of the future rolled out
Some say
We should cut it
To the smallest amount
But you'll always find me
On the end of a spout.