My Kind of Happiness

Mine lives in a bottle or those old cups,
it gives me a subtle smile like bright tops.
Gulp boy, gulp boy, I drink it all
and grow alert so you don’t fall.
Life taught me to stir its wheels with the jug,
Gulp boy, it would say so I’d feel the fog.

Laughter shall you not make a binding quest,
The joy in your hands bake, so pain can rest.
Hold up, hold up, there’s traffic there,
turn right and stir straight, do not fear.
Your kind of sadness will not be on page,
Hold up, pick a lady, put her on stage.

My kind of flawless nest lives in a book,
with the mic, I’m the best, my words does cook.
Wave boy, wave boy, wave and just smile,
you still have long years like the Nile.
Hold forth your rod and God, let him be light,
wave boy at enemies, when there is night

Ruddapoet [TRCP]