HAPPINESS®

these are the golden years
right?
this is what we've all been waiting for
for all those dreadful dry gray eons without vaccines, liposuction and gasoline.

we se silver and gold, the black sheen of oil
fueling our whirring gleaming tanks of cars
we see colors, rainbow grease on the street and blue haze steaming from our lungs.

the little boy drinking the noodle soup
melts away into a soft-focused blend of red plaid and platinum hair
oh, so grateful for that bowl of noodle soup
small pleasures warm conscience subliminally.

a smooth flight to the tropics: priceless.
right? or is it $600.00 plus food, water, and other unexpected inconveniences like tipping the underpaid bellhop?
money can't buy happiness
right?
or have so many bought their way into money and power, drinking our willing blood by the gallon?

happiness: priceless plus luxury tax, goes to feed our violence and ignorance for those who have been and are passing, fading, gone gone gone.
wife by wife
husband by husband
children choking on their own dry screams
but we're happy, oh so happy, unaware, making our own lives, the optimistic hopeful family.
right?