— “This is slavery, not to speak one’s thought.” Euripides, The Phoenician Women
 

Do not ask what I mean,
let’s just assume I mean….something
there’s a putative purpose to my words
rhyming words with the absurd.
You don’t like the implications?
So, go, go to the palace of protection
where those who have no sense, nor innocence,
always claim to know what is verboten, offensive, inappropriate,
they just love to shut people up, take the wind out of their sails;
they vote to restrict free speech and free writing
so we may no longer have the right
to tell people what they do not want to hear.
Even if it is to say: I disapprove of what you say,
but I will defend to the death your right to say it.
Woke drip drip drips obfuscation into language
encouraging a rhetoric of needless complaint
like the worried well queuing up to see an emergency GP,
the censorious are mistresses of bad language 
their own limitations of language are stark
they seek to prove the well-educated case
by eschewing nuance, allusion, discrimination
their expression is muddy and dreary, not at all pithy or clear.
“My own opinion is enough for me,
I claim the right to defend it against
Anyone who disagrees.
We so much need to police the language 
safe spaces will take us there” — 
into the rarified air,
where anyone who is not there can be offended grievously
by anything a man (sic!) might say such as:
be careful, language games, at play! 

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