I hope you’re
happy
With your
friend and companion
Who’s half
your age
What on
Earth do you find
To talk
about
When the
light fades?
I hope you’re
happy
With your
car or two or three
But cars
are all the same to me
I hope you’re
happy
With your
expense account
With your
expenses
And your
expensive memory
Your memory
seems to be
Certainly
extensive
I hope you’re
happy
To keep
those little pieces of me
You will
not set them free
Those
little pieces of me
I had
forgotten them
I had
buried them
They mean
nothing to me
I hope you’re
happy
I hope you’re
pleased
To keep those
little pieces of me
You can
keep them
You have nothing
of me
You have no
piece of me
I hope you’re
happy
With your
slim-line ethics
Which slip
inside your briefcase
I hope you’re
happy
Because
life is not a C.V.
It is not
an insipid portfolio
Of all we’d
choose to show
I hope you’re
happy
Because you
cannot say so
And you
cannot be
And the last
thing you can say
Is sorry
It’s the
easiest word for me
I hope you’re
happy
With your
friendships
And packed
social diary
You treat
it like business
Like
dominoes
These things
are racked
Did you
want me to match them?
Did you
want me to crash them?
I gave up a
lifetime ago
In the
fullness of time
You’ll do
it yourself
And you
will do it well
I gave up a
lifetime ago
I gave up
making Hell
You’ll do
it yourself
Because
your self is what you do
It’s only
of interest to you, you, you
You sold it
all so well
All those
crisp notes
You spent
on yourself
Because
there was no one else
No one
could get past you
No one
could knock through your ego
Who would
want to even try?
But there’s
nothing really there
And I don’t
really care
I hope you’re
happy
With your
plans for the place
You’re
going to make
Another dream
to fake
Another claim
to stake
What was it
you wanted to achieve?
Just to run
this all past me?
You don’t
even know me
It was the last century
When I had
set you free
And you’re
still free
Is that the
place to be?
I hope you’re
safe
As your
heart grows old
And September
evenings grow cold
Clouds
unfold
And you’ll
make the way of rain
Into trees you’ll cross again
Beneath the
wood
Was where
you stood
I hope you’re
happy
Because I
don’t give a damn
I hope you’re
happy
Because I
am.
© Martin Slidel 2018
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