I’m writing a piece of happiness
filled up to the brim with goodness,
I think we all need an infusion
of what they call delusion.
Smiling my way through the day
and then
the police come to tow me away
as if I’m a wreck,
but I am at their beck as they call
thus
happiness and goodness fall
as we know they often do.
© 2020, John Smallshaw.
