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Happiness MFG
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

I got a letter from Happiness MFG,
It seems my happiness has been recalled.
There's a slight defect in the joy-ometer,
when my smile is depressed I don't know it.

There ought to be a lemon law on happiness,
not everyone can afford fresh and brand new.
Some of us have to live with second hand blues,
painted brightly and sold by used happiness salesmen.

We often have no recourse but to use the additives,
you know, the ones that void the MFG warranty.
The additives are great for a quick pick me up and go,
but they leave you more depressed than when you started.

When my Happiness was new, it was easier to tinker with it.
I could accessorize with all kinds of fun and adventure,
climb mountains with vigor and accelerate through troubles.
Even getting stuck in the mud was mired full of laughter.

But now I'm thinking of trading it in, its gotten too melancholy.
Lackadaisical dramatic middle aged angst, looking for a way out.
Get me one of those new fangled happiness models that's sporty,
but think of the work that's involved in upkeep, naaa screw it.

I'll just keep the happiness I have, send it back for the recall.
Let them fix the joy-ometer, I can grin and fake it temporarily.
And when I get it back maybe I'll take it out for a spin in the
mountains, check under the hood and smile just for the hell of it.