Happiness Is Just A Moan Away Poem by Dorsey Baker

Hard steering
Navigating yourself
around precious curves
high voltage excitement
hairless skin sweaty but smooth
rub the other way
the hipster stays
alive and well
as the streamline
of the upstream cotton
balls bounce around
a face exhibiting a multitude
of changes and a multitude of colors
the visitor stares in horror
working hard
trying to be hero material
a bedroom event
given much attention
waiting for acceptance
the visitor shamelessly
smiles a wicked smile
and moves away
through the window of the world
deep into bliss