The Million-Dollar Happiness Game (Nobody Wins) Poem by Chuy Amante

THIS GAME IS RIGGED! We've been taught a lie!
They said we can't be happy 'til after we die!

At least piles of money must make life grand
Owning houses and gold and foreign land

All those things that sparkle and shine
will taste like sugar and then like slime

They'll be like weight, a sinking anchor,
you'll be depressed and lving a life with canker

No amount of STUFF will make you happy
and eternal quest, heavy and crappy

Tie no strings to your state of happiness
no reason to frown, just clap and never hiss