Ant Smith

All poems

Happiness is

Happiness is a cold death bed
A coiled sheet around your legs
A soiling of your dreams again
Turmoil in a counter pain
Happiness is a deep regret
Of spoiled dreams you have upset

Happiness is a warm firm breast
That soothes a troubled furrowed head
But a troubled man he will instead
Take a drink to try forget
That happiness is a deep regret
That you're not worthy of your best

Happiness is for older men
Happiness is a colder game
Happiness is a bludgeon blunt
Happiness is a judgement just
So pack your overnight flight bag
And buy your happiness from Dignitas