If You Want To Be Happy Poem by Uriah Hamilton

Magnificent spring afternoon,
we could journey to the sacred party store
gazing at first flowers of the season
and show a vague kindness to drunken city bums
who want only to remember lost smiles.

I always fear all our loneliness and pain
has no consequence to the eternal heartbeat
of the universe
but we'll just have to live for the brief moments
of orgasm and laughter with gratitude
that overlooks our graves.

Hey, Nastasya, nothing's really that bad
if you want to be happy.