The Comedy Rehabilitation Program

They dragged me in chains to the Ministry of Therapy,
Where docs and bureaucrats alike lectured me, none thought I was funny
“Your jokes”, they spat,” threaten national security!
We shall fix your vile humour, you’ll learn to respect the country .”

Step 1
“Skip the corrupt, the wars, the poor,
The scams behind the palace door.
Stick to weather, food, or sports,
Real comedians know well which jokes hit!”

Step 2
“Satire is a crime when it works,
So we’ll dull your edge with bureaucratic murk,
Your new jokes must heal, not expose or divide-
Like “diets are a chore!” while the nation’s on fire.”

Final Examination
“Tell a riot joke where cops are the heroes,
Where the rich never steal and truth is just zeroes,
If you pass? You’ll get praise( and a bulletproof vest),
If you fail? You’re the nation’s next biggest threat!”

Graduation Day
“Now you’re cured, funny, and safe,
Your tongue’s wrapped in gauze to prevent any gaffe,
Take this certificate and get it framed for your wall:
‘Recovered from honesty. Funny - that’s all!”