Pursuit of Happiness

by Vernon Waring

The waitress doesn't smile
The cabbie doesn't speak
The salesman is all business
(This hasn't been his week)

The boss is rude and angry
He drives us all to tears
The barber flails his scissors
And almost cuts my ears

This band of moaners and groaners
Is no treat for a happiness glutton
The only grin I've seen all week
Was on a "SMILE" button

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