happiness usually comes in small doeses;
a dimple in a cheek from a smile that creeps across
sugar kissed lips,
a glimmer of light expressed in warm eyes,
in the slow movement of large hands over blushed
cheeks and an angular jaw-
held in a moment of time where none can touch them.
three lights,
two glowing,
one alone
waiting to be turned on, but
happiness always comes in small doses.
obscene mannerisms give way
to an offensive nature
with no control and
no regard for the absurdity of it all.
you vote like it's your duty.
FUCK your duty,
that's your job - you'll get paid,
minimum wage
and when your body dies, choked by
chapped old hands,
your mind will survive on a sweet little
pension check
that you've worked your whole life for.
your christian children will dance for joy around you-
then burn you on their white picket fence.
with more political cliches then my writing,
somebody will shut you up,
just like they shut me u-