making a killing in poetry

the angry old man out of touch
sitting on his laurels and millions
made in a past before we understood
the viewpoints of the oppressed yells
“Political correctness is killing comedy!”
or maybe Mister Millions if you can’t be funny
without the crutch of punching down at the powerless
you’re bad at being funny
maybe Mister Millions you’re a lazy man from a shitty age
maybe you don’t see it or maybe you don’t want to admit it
but it was easy even then and
that’s why it was wrong even then but
now that we’re trying to better give voice to the voiceless
we know better that it is wrong and desperately wrong and
maybe you think it’s okay to punch down because
you’re up
you’re up there on your ancient laurels and dirty millions
knowing full well that if people start punching up
they’re going to punch the living fuck out of you
so instead you yell meaningless cruel gibberish like
“Political correctness is killing comedy!”
while counting your bills and
ignoring the people getting shot in the streets and
doubling the guard on your mansion at night
it would be almost funny
if it wasn’t so tragic
you asshole