Thought my sense of humour up and left

Thought my sense of humour up and left
Turns out I just got tired of wasting breath
On explaining why my right to offend
Trumps your choice to be offended my friend..

Being 19 use to mean running free,
Now it's running scared of feeling anything...
between your ears or between your thighs,
If a hypersonic truth missile hit you between the eyes
You'd start a protest against it online

God forbid anybody else cries
Because someone misunderstands how they identify
Pitch forks ready hashtags primed
We'll send you and your kids to the poverty line
Because you called her a him when that girls a guy

Everybody needs a cause
to feel like they belong
I guess without a war
We sing post modern songs...
When we all admit we're getting a bit bored,
Of having to identify as our religion, gender or sexual orientation..
The self catered segregation can become a weekend retreat..
The place we send the Ill informed to learn how close we came to defeat..
Defeating ourselves before we'd even tried to succeed.
Man oh man what wonders this place could be..
I'm not gonna say I am you and you are me
But come on, doesn't it make a full breath a little easier to achieve..
Doesn't it make you wanna run naked into the sea of tranquillity..
Fully clothed in a robe made of dignity..
I digress I confess, that's the poet in me, yes I guess it's time to send for the human being, who just wants to sit in the sun with a beer on the beach, while the words of a thousand different languages remain just out of reach of my immediate understanding, but a smile across the sand to my fellow brothers sisters woman and man, is all it takes to understand, that all we had was each other and each other is all we have ever had.