I’m happy and I know it
And I really want to show it
But I find myself unable
To comply with your demands
For no matter how happy I am
I find myself in a bit of a jam
For I find myself unable
To do the deed of “clap your hands.”
Tag Archives: Happiness
Love in the Time of Gigabytes
I wish that we were pixels
Brought to life by LED.
I wish that ones and zeroes
Were all there was to you and me.
I wish we could reload our save
Whenever we had a fight,
But instead we’ve got reality
To see us through the night.
Our lives would sure be simpler
If the internet had a guide
To tell us what we need to share
And what we need to hide.
We’d get along much better
If you could simply pay
To get extra relationship points…
Oh wait, that’s Valentine’s Day…
I wish that we were perfect.
If I could make it so, I would.
I’m not perfect, nor are you,
But I’m content with good.
Yes, life would be simpler
As little dots of light,
But instead we’ve got reality
And with you, that’s quite alright.
Candy Mountain
There’s a monster hiding
In a mountain of sugar and fat.
It calls to me.
I cannot flee,
But I’m okay with that.
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Giver and Reciever
Bouquet of flowers
Delivered to me.
No name on the card,
And no giver I see.
I’m but an inpatient
At the amnesiac’s ward.
Sending stuff to myself
Is it’s own reward.
Fluffy, White
Have you ever looked up at a cloud
And spoken of its looks aloud?
“That one looks like Canada.”
“I thought it looked like a pelican. Huh.”
It’s a childish game, I guarantee
But play it once to help you see
That a childish game just once a day
Makes fluffy and white what once was gray.
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Plenty of Wants
Plenty of fish
Want to live on land,
To lie in the sun
And play in the sand.
Plenty of birds
Want to live in the sea,
To eat what they want,
To swim and be free.
Plenty of men
Want to live in the sky,
To grow ever higher,
Never to die.
But all of these beings
Both near and afar
Can be equally happy
Finding peace where they are.
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An Ode to Breakfast-All-Day
Consider ye the pancake,
Round and fluffy white
Whose presence dost command ye
Not to tarry, but to bite.
Consider ye the bacon
And the eggs and sausage too,
Who existed once as animal parts,
But now only to please you.
Consider ye the cereals,
A meal which is pourable
And whose very presence
Makes prepared food deplorable.
Finish your consideration
With a piece of toasted bread
Which equals any man or lady
In its worthiness to wed.
And so with all these options
It is time that we get real:
For what purpose exists
To eat any other meal?
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My Favorite Things
Puppies and sunsets,
Music and books,
Women who give me
Those “come hither” looks.
Orange juice and blue whales
Letters that rhyme with “E.”
Those are a few of my favorite things.
Too bad the Von Trapps don’t agree.
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Eulogy for a Jerk
This day we gather
To celebrate
The death of a guy
We all grew to hate.
He’s the guy who thinks
He is very important.
More important, certainly, than you.
He’s the guy who won’t listen,
Who boasts of his money,
Who gets angry out of the blue.
He the guy who feels good
So long as you don’t,
Who thinks life is a zero sum game,
And the guy who knows
Everyone is unique,
But still chooses to treat them the same.
You all have experience
Unique to ourselves
That make up our vision of the departed.
The guy who was clingy,
The guy who talked loudly,
The guy who left you broken hearted.
And so as we bury this unlikeable guy
Take a minute to think of your dislike and why,
And cherish his memory, for through it you see
The things that, to live well, you must never be.
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