Cut It, Razor-Wit!

There is no humor without potential to offend.

There is no humor that's not means to an end.

Jesters use humor to amuse the whole court

and to render their princes a skeptic's report.

But I am no prince. I'm not even a jester,

and in me, an ego is well-known to fester,

So my humor oft aims to more frivolous ends:

Entertaining myself, or impressing new friends,

and some jokes that I spoke, without thought, to seem cool

Were both badly misaimed and quite needlessly cruel.

I wish that I reserved sharp words for those whose actions earned it.

I wish I wrote, and not told, that joke, 'cause then I'd simply burn it.