Happiness

 Subject : Happiness

 

Posted Date: : Oct 5, 2008 9:16 AM

Happiness is a warm gun,
In the past happiness was a warm sun,
To me, happiness is a snare and kick drum.
A high hat making that tat tat tat.
A surface that's flat where I can rest my back.
A chick's rack,
An empty cigarette pack.
I like my ink black.
I think to the brink.
Think faster than you can blink.
I need to see a shrink,
A therapist, 
My mind used to dwell in a scary place.
With the things I know,
The US government considers me a terrorist.
I am the scariest, free speech agent,
Let me brake it down for you in laments,
Religion has enslaved the human race for ages.
The god delusion is the god illusion.
The illusion is the conclusion,
That God, 
Is not in every human.

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

Intense, thought provoking, excellent rhyme pattern, but it is the message the touches me the most!
You are certainly able to get across a thought in a "slam dunk" way!!.......without holding back your feelings!!