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Monkey Business, Serious Happiness


Should I worry not, ever should I be
How I wished to be the white ibis
It is not freedom that it soars into
Like I used to feel about
Nay, it just flies like the smoke
Drifted from nicotine-stained lips
Just like a dog barks, just like anything
How I used to want to be everything
Now I am giving up
All the things:
bleak streets and
heart troubles and
lamentation and
medication and
rogue regimes and
temporary shelters and
agony;
Now I submit myself to happiness.
Should I never be the tree
Should I be as always as the monkey
My business deals with serious happiness. 

Hand me the handbook of happiness.


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