Fifty Percent

 

Fifty percent

That is the grade of happiness I take

At least once a day

Maybe more

Fifty percent, my medicine

Lubricates my life

Dulls the pain, eases the trails of life

Not essential, just make things easier

I can quit whenever I want

I just want to take the fifty percent

I deserve it, don’t I?

I work hard, look after my family

Work so hard I barely see them

The fifty percent keeps them distant too

Not that they know how difficult it is

How the real world works

Then they would approve

Give me their blessing

My balm, my fifty percent

That I can quit whenever I want

But I won’t

Because..because… I need it

Powdered happiness

It started slow

Dose by dose, spoonful by spoonful

Little aliquots of powdered happiness

Available to all, for a price

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Reaching nirvana is simplicity itself

No meditation or soul mate required

A jab to the vein, breath in through the nose

Will bring you straight, no go back, no detours

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Dangerous are the economics of the game

Inflationary pressures on the powder means more over time

Prices getting higher, on the body, on the pocket, on the soul

A price that eventually gets too high

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It always starts slow

Those little doses of happiness

But evermore does it grow

The eternal cost of a quick-fit route to oblivion.