Happiness

How does the honey taste, little bee? 

Sweet as a pink budding cherry tree? 

Why don’t you stick

To that amiable paste

Don’t you need more than a pleasurable taste?

A feeling so pure and so happy and rare 

Always stung

By a sorrowful stare 

Coin

A carbon cloud engulfs the blue   

My neighbor’s poodle’s tail.

A naked forest stands as twigs   

My birthday cake’sthin candles.   

A perilous wave eats up the city  

My bathtub whale’s spray.   

A lonely woman cries cold tears 

My plastic pony’s neigh.

Bald Boulders 

Waters tumble thru

Prancing over grey boulders.

Their bald heads peek out 

And get slapped by a tuna, 

Yet they think nothing of it.

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