In the End

My innuendos once so crisp

gradually began to slip...

Becoming so worn

and outside newly minted social norms

I became a social outcast...

Now wearing the label

sexist misogynist 

of a Boomer origin

the muzzle fits snug

over these inappropriate lips..

Stripped of all sarcasm

by the very same forces

I use to mock and disparage

back when I was still relevant..

My dreams of a blue comedy

Renaissance now destined to die with me