Ant Smith

Mortality

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

Mortality