Under A High Rise A Light Turned Itself On Poem by Not Long Left

Give me happiness
once fortune has found
its way to me.
Premature bliss
never did anything
for the Libertines.
My Tree measures
its appeal as the
season change
for there is only
so much blossom
the streets can take.

Yes dear dismisser
these words are
penned by smooth
unchallenged hands
kept from the real
ills of the world
allowed to dig and
delve in the most
moist of soils.
Give me happiness
once the dog
has served its
purpose.