What Happiness Is..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

they are the right people who think that
they are always right, and we who think otherwise
are their wrong people to think about with all disgust
and disappointment,

finally we find out that we were never good ballet dancers
to their kind of music, as our toes hurt that much under so
much standing
and tiptoeing so that we can be appreciated by them

Goddem. We are finally fed up
and so today we dance the skrimbodozdoboodoo,

let them figure out
what happiness is.