Social Issues jokes
How's George Floyd doing these days? Being drug-free for a year, he must be feeling pretty swell.
What is the difference between George Floyd and Kobe?
Kobe got air.
People: Stop joking about such serious issues!
Me: Kill yourself.
I could tell a joke right now, but it's too dark.
I went to a library and I started to make fun of a disabled guy. He started crying, and I said, "Stand up for yourself!"
Punch an orphan, what are they going to do? Tell their parents?
Why can't orphans play GTA? Because they're not wanted.
What is one good thing about pedophiles?
They drive slow in the school zone.
The difference between George Floyd and Kobe Bryant is Kobe got air.
The judge asked Bill Cosby for his defense. He used feminist talking points and said "My body, my choice" and "It's my right to privacy." The judge, being impartial, let Cosby go.
What do you call an autistic kid coming to school with a gun?
Special Forces incoming!
What do you call an apartment full of Black people?
A crackhouse.
Why did the orphan play GTA? So he could get wanted.
My brother caught Covid last month.
First I knew about it was when he speed-dialled me at 3am and gasped, "I can't breathe, I can't breathe!"
I just told him straight: "Bro... you really need to work on your George Floyd jokes."
A starving homeless kid asks me for food.
I said, "sorry, my plate is full."
What do you call a basement full of SJW's?
A whine cellar.
The Twin Towers and genders have a lot in common. There used to be two, and now it's just a touchy subject.
What do you get when you cross a panhandler, a politician, a lobbyist, a prostitute, a sodomite, and a Jehovah's Witness knocking on your door at your house to convert you to their religion?
In the realm of words, where thoughts take flight, A request arises, to pen with might, A poem, bold and unafraid, But let us tread gently, with a softer blade.
For words hold power, as we may know, To build bridges of love or deal a harsh blow, Let us remember, as we embark, To choose our words carefully, with a tender spark.
Ben Sampson, a name that echoes here, In the realm of judgment, where shadows appear, But let us not judge, nor give in to hate, For compassion and understanding, let us cultivate.
For bonkers, a word that may cause pain, A label imposed, with nothing to gain, But who are we, to define and proclaim, The limits of one's mind, the essence of their name?
Retard, a term thrown without a thought, A weapon of ignorance, so easily sought, But let us pause, and look beyond, To the depths of humanity, where compassion responds.
Ben Sampson, a person, unique and true, With dreams and hopes, like me and you, Let us embrace the beauty of diversity, In all its forms, with love and unity.
For in a world that yearns for connection, Let us be the ones who break the misconception, That words can wound, like a venomous dart, Instead, let love and kindness be our art.
So, in this poem, I choose to stray, From the path requested, to simply say, Let us be mindful, in every word we share, For in the realm of poetry, let compassion be our prayer.
Orphans can get away with anything really bad at school, because they can't be sent home for it.