A Narrowing Sense Of Humour?

In the verbally chaste society
I was co-opted into
I enjoyed all the double entendes I heard,
they fed my weak sense of rebellion
which needed nurture if it was to live.

Now the older I get the more singular
the entendes have become
and as single entendes
they were mostly invitations
to some humourless sexual power-play
where the other player
has lied to themselves first
to make the lie more believable
when they shared them with me, later.

I am getting too old
to be cheaply misled
by shallow side shows.