But only one actually matters most
Many are the ways of happiness
Yet no one actually gets them all
Pursue happiness and you can't get it at all
There is a newfoundland
But the ruler was tied by hand
This Kingdom made of fools
Who call themselves workers
Used by machines as tools
Called by the name brokers
A journey of thousand miles
Must not start with a hop
Joy not backed by smiles
Is like climbing stairs from the top
Pursuit of happiness is waste
So long as you change your taste
Go ask President Jefferson
Why he chose to teach that lesson
Had he not in America everything?
Why does he encourage nothing?
Everyone around seems searching
And no one is actually finding
Pursue happiness and never feel satisfied
Like busy bees, they move about in traffic
While I stand alone so terrific
Although almost all happy
It seems they still need money
Search for love and what you get isn't true
Just be sure that life doesn't misconstrue
Good messages are hard to come by
But the artist provides most for free
But since we don't observe as passers by
They're unnoticeable in our Gigo spree.
But one day
We shall stop paying the taxes
Quit running to the post boxes
No longer wear our tight suits
Wait not for the Friday bank alerts
From our crafts we'll become experts
We shall no more pursue
Yet find happiness even without a shoe.
Simple words but the poem addresses a lot
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