Happy
By Kenneth Matthews
Elude yourself in an illusion induced in and incensed by a dopamine delusion
Don’t disturb the final denial of confusion controlled consciously by a fake smile for a “better” movement
My real smile got lost within its uses and with this meaning of happy it’s lost its uses cause if it’s not enough cheek it’s useless
The only depressant for this loss of essence feels like the comfy coffin we’re known to rest in
My true bliss is the rest of tension from the stretching stressing a smile made for the opposite section
The idea of correction is to turn that frown upside since a smile is like simile it’s made for people to play around
To be happy is a wish, a forgotten dream that makes Americas seem closer than a woman and her purse
This forever lost fever dream has already entered the hearse and don’t look in the mirror for the driver will stare and your own judgement hurts