the little leaflet read out in bold letters:
ARE YOU HAPPY?
I thought about it
read the rest of the sheet
it told me how if I came to:
DREW HARPY’S SELF-HELP CLASS
my life would be changed
so I went
the initial question still not
answered
I go the office park where it’s supposed to be,
go back into a maze of cubicles and white brick
walls, and then this simple wooden door reads:
DREW HARPY’S SELF-HELP CLASS
I knock
the door flies open
and there’s Drew Harpy
smile of plastic
muscles of
silicon
he asks
WELL ARE YOU COMING IN FOR A NEW LIFE?
I say,
no thanks,
wrong door
and walk away
the little leaflet is still in my pocket
reading out:
ARE YOU HAPPY?
but,
I still didn't have
the answer
Mar 28, 2011
Mar 28, 2011 at 2:58 PM UTC
the little leaflet read out in bold letters:
ARE YOU HAPPY?
I thought about it
read the rest of the sheet
it told me how if I came to:
DREW HARPY’S SELF-HELP CLASS
my life would be changed
so I went
the initial question still not
answered
I go the office park where it’s supposed to be,
go back into a maze of cubicles and white brick
walls, and then this simple wooden door reads:
DREW HARPY’S SELF-HELP CLASS
I knock
the door flies open
and there’s Drew Harpy
smile of plastic
muscles of
silicon
he asks
WELL ARE YOU COMING IN FOR A NEW LIFE?
I say,
no thanks,
wrong door
and walk away
the little leaflet is still in my pocket
reading out:
ARE YOU HAPPY?
but,
I still didn't have
the answer
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