Do not ask what words mean
Let’s just assume they mean….something.
There’s a putative purpose in words.
You don’t like the implication of this?
Go, go to the palace of protection
They have not the sense nor the innocence
To know what they do when
they restrict free speech or write
a complaint about bad language 
Sexist, racist, classic, heterophobic
Such a wokish need to classify:
Good, bad, ugly, cruel, disgusting
As time flies by all the differences
In text become a hex that says
Condemn, deny, ban, classify.
Sometimes we say this or that
Contradict ourselves, fall flat,  
Face our own narrowness of reach
Be embassassed by our clipped
Speech.
Life - muddy and dreary not pithy and cheery.
An opinion is enough for me,
Anyone who disagrees
Should show me that I need to listen more
To opinions I abhor
By those for whom I hold a natural anipathy
i.e a prejudice, a discrimination
funny how to discriminate has switched
from being a virtue to being a vice
for those who  police the language
Dear Sir, I'm writing to complain....
Safe spaces will take us there...
To the rarified air, of silence,
Where anyone can be offended
O! most grievously
By anything a (wo)man might say 
Like Jesus, God-of-Mercy why do
We put up with this simpleton-shite?
It just aint right.