I am a joke…

So what are we allowed to laugh at?

Here’s a poem sent to Snakeskin by Conor Kelly:

Je Suis Charlie

I am a joke.
I am a joke about men.
I am a joke about women.
I am a joke about sick children.
I am a joke about mothers-in-law.
I am a joke about doting grandfathers.
I am a joke about skinny-dipping hippies.
I am a joke about twerking female pop-singers.
I am a joke about lettuce-chewing Hollywood stars.
I am a joke about topless sun-bathers in Saint-Tropez.

Je suis Charlie.

I am a joke.
I am a joke about boobs.
I am a joke about sexting.
I am a joke about revenge porn.
I am a joke about tinder, grindr.
I am a joke about “50 Shades of Grey.”
I am a joke about naked selfies on-line.
I am a joke about lesbian films on Netflix.
I am a joke about girlfriends, housewives, milfs and cougars.
I am a joke about Patricia Lockwood’s poem, “Rape Joke.”

Je suis Charlie.

I am a joke.
I am a joke about God.
I am a joke about Buddha.
I am a joke about Muhammad.
I am a joke about Hare Krishna.
I am a joke about the Virgin Mary.
I am a joke about “The Satanic Verses.”
I am a joke about crossing the River Lethe.
I am a joke about Dante’s poetic view of Hell.
I am a joke about the banning of the burqa in France.

Je suis Charlie.

I am a joke.
I am a joke about guns.
I am a joke about soldiers.
I am a joke about World War 1.
I am a joke about the 6 day war.
I am a joke about the 100 years’ war.
I am a joke about “The Diary of Anne Frank.”
I am a joke about weapons of mass destruction.
I am a joke about shooting Osama bin Laden.
I am a joke about Kalashnikovs on a Paris street.

Je suis Charlie.

You may now laugh.