I took my despair
My anger, my rage
And fed it
Into the Happiness Machine (patent pending) .
Like discarded table scraps
Indifferently it digested
The solid contents of my passion.
And 'processing'
Spewing forth
Stale pleasures
Perfectly composed
Terribly uniform
And somehow fit
For ready-made consumption.
Denis Kucharski
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-happiness-machine/
