Shopping at Unhappiness Market---a Poem
Hats off to every poet of a big name
for his poignant opus filled with tears and grieving,
but by a miracle befallen by a fame
with all that "suffering" somewhat deceiving.
And the more his heart is spilled out in despair,
the more bestselling it appears to be,
deserving reputation of a certain flair,
for art---or for business, not easy to see.
Once a reward for talent, now a juicy pay,
once a soul's confession, now a cashing theme.
Lineups for his autograph, and what more to say,
a suffering for sale, almost like a scheme.
For, who is buying tears if they have their own;
and then if happy, why pay to spoil the mood?
Does it take finesse to cry and moan
to fall for a merchandise of a calculative dude?
But then again, this farce is not at all so rare
in this culture that so prefers crying,
as everyone relates to a sad affair
to a love unanswered, or to a love dying.
Now, isn't that strange or no one cares,
about so much sadness in poems and songs?
Doesn't it make us a sort of funny "upstairs"
as we ignore rights, but thrive on wrongs?
Why does it take so much to be happy
while in an instant we get pissed-off and sad?
That's why it's easy selling anything crappy,
it's always on demand, always a fad.