WHO’S LEFT?
If you can’t make jokes about crazy folks,
who can you joke about?
Crazy actions, crazy sayings, they’re ok I guess.
But not queers or retarded dears nor
blacks, browns, reds or yellows–
Hare-lipped. cross-eyed, club-footed
Hare Krishnas, holy rollers, jews and muslims,
they’re all off-limits, specially red necks and old biddies
and bastards, the lame and in-laws
and while poor white trash do cause me pause,
bleached blondes, fat folks, hearing impaired,
gods without humor and scary presidents do not.
But better keep me away from would-be poets!
AND THE ELDERLY!
NANMYKEL.COM 
We’re all so easily insulted, it seems. Just offer an opinion and somebody is offended!
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I think I just felt like pushing the boundaries, I dunno-I’m crazy too, by the way.
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Guess that’s why I can relate to you and your writing 😉
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Thank you, Lynn.
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All of us crazy folk are left. Good question in the first two lines. Good answer in the last two.
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Great comment, thanks, Frank!
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Well! That certainly rattled all the chains. Leaves us fairly speechless in fear of offending, does it not?? I love your humor.
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Hint: I’m elderly, hearing impaired, a little crazy and maybe poor white trash. I guess it’s a sideways jab at all the stereotypes we divide ourselves into.
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From Nan: Funny I admitted to so many descriptors and forgot to own “being fat! The joke’s on me.
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I actually think the you shouldn’t make joke about anyone but yourself… if we follow that simple rule we might reach a way forward.
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Yes sir! Thanks for straightening me out.
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If people are sensitive, then best to keep quiet then.
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Good advice. Thanks, Grace.
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