By Mory Keita
I hate happy people and their happy lives, for they wear happy glasses-- Lens that makes them smile while the neighbor's house burn. When you're dying of hunger in the street, these mockingbirds fly by you without a glance. They fly, jump, sing,“Hooray life's beautiful!” They read their magazines in the subway while a mother begs for silver coins to feed the tiny, innocent creature in her arms. They fucking drive hummers aware that earth's slowly dying of pollution. Happy glasses are awesome! with them life's mellow and rosy, Illusions and reality blend and all you see is happiness, while sorrow gnaw your soul. Oh sister, I am not happy and will not be happy, for these happy people, I have learned, are but sad clowns wearing happy masks. Damn be them happy people, fuck them all. How can you be indifferent to the human condition when there's too much pain and suffering in this world? Oh Mr. Happy man, what will you do when your happy glasses break? When the weight of reality befall upon you? When you find yourself in Mr Sadman's shoes?