Happiness is so elusive

hard to hold it

to showing up

see or sense

its here to stay

or when its going

to go away

that quickness about it

can’t pin it down

make back alley deals

or wrestle it to the ground

its magical reputation

might be a bit true

fleeting like butterflies

beautiful rainbows too

But Unhappiness,

what’s the deal with that—!

It arrives in the mail

steals light from afar

only wants you to fail

never gives you a star

an unshakeable presence

hunk of rotting roadkill

that sits in your essence

that now becomes a landfill

for waves of blood and rust

a festering bacterial goo

Maybe it just

wants to hang out with you?