This poem is a tribute to one of my poetry teachers. He states that one should never write a poem titled happiness and have it be about happiness, thus making for a stereotypical melodic poem. When I wrote this I was thinking more about how when someone is angry the mere sight of a happier individual makes the person even angrier. I thought it was funny, I hope you do too. I have condensed the poem, the original draft had more repetition with the words 'happiness' and 'stinging' for a total of three times each.
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Happiness is a disgusting little spider.
spinning it’s web and
creeping over my neck—
here to infect me with it’s
disgusting venom!
Happiness for me
is a spider
bite deep in my nerves. It is the
Stinging itch, filled with millions of eggs.
Here to sprout and here to spread.
Here to find me loved ones—
Here to bite them too.
I am happier when not happy and personally
I would rather be a free flying blood sucking
Insect than a smiling corpse wrapped in soft silk.
