Fritz - Eckenga Hirnschmelze

Fritz Eckenga went into himself to look for a new program.
He found what he was looking for, but he had to give it an honest name:
HIRNSCHMELZE.
The enormous consumption of reality was barely manageable.
His head was buzzing.
Somewhere between the frontal lobe and the brain stem
too much moldy content had accumulated.
The slouch looked like Elon Musk's visitor's crack.
Neglect was imminent. What to do?
Funny times? Bad situation? Depressing news? Pictures horrible?
Yes, yes, you could say that. On the one hand. But on the other hand, they always say

>Laughter is the best medicine<.
So what now? Better to make a good joke,
because it strengthens the immune system? Next question: What is a good joke?
It depends, among other things, on who tells it. And to whom it is told.

>Tumor is when you laugh anyway.<
The oncologist had better not tell his chemo patient to lighten his mood.
tell his chemo patient. Wrong direction.
But it goes the other way.

Eckenga rhymes "Son of God" with "smear infection" and "pandemic" with "Eucharist".
Whether it's just about the behavior of fellow human beings in the supermarket
or the world heritage site of the heat pump - Fritz Eckenga finds clear words for problems big and small.
Fritz Eckenga finds clear words, rhymed or unrhymed,
but always in a satirical way - from slightly ironic to gently cynical.