Why are all the poems here melancholy
Why can't we all be jolly
We should be happy with what we have
Make everything into a laugh
I have a bed in which I sleep
I have water and food
But you don't here a peep
From the Africans who are ****
They don't want the new iPhone
They want to survive another day
Every day we moan
About going to stay
In a place where we receive free education
We are greedy
We want a vacation
We are needy
We lack patients
take deep breaths
Why do people cut
If they feel in a rut
Why is there a standard to be skinny
Girls want to be minny
And the guys apparently must be ripped
Getting testosterone shipped
sigh
If you take anything away from this
Be happy with life and cherish every little kiss