Humor and its loyalties

Humor belongs to body, humor belongs to soul

If I knew any better, I'd be on its payroll

Humor ain't no joke, its serious if you laugh and choke

It may kill you if you are a poor bloke, whose dream went up in smoke

Humor may be a guy, whose pastime was to deny

Indolent rulers their right and keep check on their might

But then it may be  a gal, on whom it befell

To cheer up the folks in hell, and teary fits dispel

It serves up a plate of snorts and smirks

Past youth and wit it can unearth.

Satiates an old desire to sigh

At the blunder of your folly to pry

It even makes you cry,

fat tears of pure delight

brings home friends on a cold night

And warms up the hearths of love's light

Humor may serve another kind of purpose,

If it roams the rulers' court of jesters

Divesting them of somber expressions

Macabre smiles and sadistic inventions…

Push them of their high horse

Make them seek better recourse…

'cause it ain't no fun for the poor man

If humor cant afford to mess up the rulers' plan

Humor, do you sharpen your wit at their expense

Do you bow in excess to see their vanity's extent?

You are silent when they mock at you

Do I see a twinkle in your eye or a tear push through

Is it so hilarious that it hurts to laugh

Or the silence of the hurt they have caused

Have you given up on your troubles and decided to be wry

Or is it your pun that drives them away, and make them shy

Maybe you played in a yard, laughing on the sly…

Maybe there wasn't any other trade you learnt to ply

Do they see you as a light hearted soul

Is your intelligent banter your parole?

You are the keeper of their blunders' records

Nameless and ageless are your divine methods

Do they know it is you who rule,

Do they know of their shame's mule

Do you want them unblinded, unmuted and dissillusioned

Of their might, of their right to be unquestioned

Are you there by choice or appointed,

Are you moved by the need to be wanted

Isn't there self deprecation where you wander

And I've seen you often surrender

To the claims and fancies of people's hunger

For a little respite

from the harshness of life

Where does your loyalty lie?

On whom do you rely?

Out of every destiny's graph,

Who has the last laugh ?