No Laughing Matter

Reality Propaganda is how I see things in the big wide world out there and what's going on in my own little world. This episode is about comedians, big mouths and how the news agenda is set by selling sex and ignoring humanitarian crisis... it's no laughing matter.ComediansRock n roll is dead because that’s what they sayAnother art to whitewash, another tune to playGeriatric rockers from the land that time forgotJagger and Bowie had their day, goodbye and that’s your lotSend them out to the farmyards to old pastures to grazeBut what we got to take their place? What’s the latest craze?Where are the visionaries from the days of long hot Donna Summers?What ever happened to heroes of Lydon, Weller and Strummer?But we’ve got laughter! Comedy’s the name of the gameJoking little jokers have found their way to fameJust like the good old days of laughing in the stalls“I met her outside the pawnbrokers, she kissed me under the balls!”With all our yesterdays of Jimmy, Bob and BruceNew kids from the block swing down and start to kick it looseGolden days of the London PalladiumDon’t need the old dumps; young jokers sell out Wembley Stadium.So I sat and watched the telly to see what it’s all aboutI fell asleep a dozen times and my dreams I did shout“Did you ever hear the one about the you know what?”I tried and tried to stumble on, but the punchline I forgotSo I forced myself to watch on to see what this lot’s gotMy friend he had to prod me, when to laugh and when to notHe had to hit me sixty times but the prompts became pokesMy ribs turned black then blue, but I still didn’t get the jokesSo at half time at the interval I switched to the other sideAnd at the adverts I laughed so hard I nearly split my sidesMy friend looked puzzled and perplexedAn attitude that made me vexed“What?” he asked “makes you laugh?” I could see that he was riled“I laugh at what I want to.” I replied with pride“Give me Eric and Ernie. I’m the one to decide.”“But they’re old fashioned, they’re boring!” he winged and criedHe wasn’t laughing. “They’re not hip!”I decided to split my sides then I split his lip. So how the hell are we here?Caught in the sterile confines of a silly jesters stale mateYou see our leaders are grey men and blandness is our fateNeed to grab some excitement before it gets too lateGrey people for grey times, at least Thatcher had some ballsTwo more than Major’s cabinet and their “Back To Basics” callsWhere’s the colour? Where’s the passion?Not just a one second wonder as a radical fashionGo cut a calf in half and call it an artAs much creative capabilities as Kellogg’s cardboard Pop-tartPompous little posers all out on the takeMulti-mega dollars, just art for art sakeIn times of recession integrity faces the chopIn the sea of banality the crap floats to the top. And the comedian smiles and milks the applauseNon-hero worship he’s forgotten the causeAnd the audience stands and shouts, “encore!” and “mores!”Not tonight though, it’s not in the contract clauseAnd he’s laughing all the way, all the way to the bankBecause the joke is on us; we’re the ones to thank.Ha bloody ha. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.