“Ignorance is bliss”, the saying goes,
maybe that’s why, the problem grows;
too much on plate, it’s hard to care, to
see what’s here, and hear what’s there,
thus, cloudy judgement, lost retention,
begs me to ask; us all this question,
are happy people, good people?
Organic clumsiness, makes “sound mind”,
degenerate; options, are so “kind”,
hence, blow out candles, consummate,
a popular life; is love; through hate,
for grotesque party, is in session,
empty hipflask, asks this question,
are happy people, good people?
Bring your own bottle, bring your own bomb,
the Sun will laugh, when we are gone,
decision-incision, cuts away,
as thunderous crowd, cheers: “hooray!”
“Stars” and despots, get the mention,
common sense, asks this question,
are happy people, good people?
National pride, so good a look,
smile; whilst reading biased book,
immoral, unbalanced, the learning is,
it’s so much easier, to choose; what’s missed,
to keep certain ghosts, in detention,
I raise my hand; to ask this question,
are happy people, good people?
Every rite, a followed custom;
life and death; is priced; to bust ‘em,
stub their tickets, for afterlives,
sold by priests; and “frightened” wives,
that grin at doner’s tax-exemption,
I “beseech you lord”; with this question,
are happy people, good people?
No matter what, enjoy the pain,
that is relentless; toxic rain, where
our redemption; rots on floor,
because of choice; to ignore, so;
if we decide; to kill attention,
means I’ll always, ask this question,
are happy people, good people!?