Your Mama - a poem

your mama jokes were fashionable for a season
but still we persist in telling them and insulting people because
there is nothing more than nothing to do but to say your wrong
for your mama to be so rash in assuming that people just don't get
the name of the game and the game is insults, because we cannot determine
the world to be so mass produced.

listen to words that people say the way they insult the people
with whom they know nothing about. like, for instance, your mama so something,
but they do not know just what your mama has been through, or your papa
or anyone for that matter.

lets get ready to jump down the throat of all the people
who seem to benefit with rifting the world open,
ripping it to shreds, and thus determine that there is no exit
sign among this mass panic of busy words.  This is how we believe
we should be. But, what are we after the nonsense filters out.