Happy Clowning
The Clowns
Happiness has an empty centre
It is thoughtless as the surface of the moon
A passing cloud
A hindrance towards contentment
Brutal and sadistic
Totally self-centered
A smooth tool to hide hatred
The denial of other people’s right
Smugness of the winner
Making fun of the losers
Happiness is the devil`s domain
And the smaller the brain, the happier
Is its owner
That is way idiots laugh a lot.
So why do film stars insist being happy
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