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THOMas JEFFERson



Many are the words of a man

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.

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