‘Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand’- Mark Twain
Laughter is healing,laughter makes the world go round,
but sometimes it loses that geneorus feeling, for
That politician who fell off the stage, a ‘public fall’, literal, figurative,
The one who mistakes a religion for a country, driven by an impotent rage.
The one caught with their pants down, sexting at your age, tut…
The dour faced clown, the false moral emptiness you can’t proclaim.
When we laugh, us plebs, us ‘normal’ folk, when we laugh, we laugh at you
And it’s never too soon.
Poem for the Daily Promt challenge: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/08/13/daily-prompt-funny-2/