Dancing to cypress

Happiness is smoking
a freshly rolled
blunt with a
vanilla flavour
filter and
the weed is
sativa, not
indica and you
and your girlfriend
get really high
and start writing
dada's about
narwhals

or it's like
riding a roller
coaster when
your ten with
your favourite
cartoon character
and he's like
your manga
warped wingman
who finally tells you
that lisa leslie, the hottest
middle schooler
in your school
likes you
just as your about
to do a sick
loop-de-loop

it's listening to
cypress hill
at a festival
on acid
while smoking a
3 foot bong
dancing to
insane in
the membrane
like your the
gheest kid there,
and ignoring
the fact that
your the only
white boy dancing
and all
the real ghees
are staring at
you like
"the fuck man?"

It's sleeping in
past noon, not
giving a fuck
where the day
went because
you woke up
next to her,
and she has
a smile on her face
that tells
you that she's
dreaming about you


It's opening
a booster pack
of cards and
finding out
your got an
ultra rare
at six
and you just don't
give a fuck about
the monetary value
and you come to
school the next day
with it pinned
to your shirt
and it gets all
messed up and
frayed but
you wear it like
a medal of ultimate
badassery, beckoning
anyone to battle you
just so they
could see
your
skills



Thats happiness
really,
it's all happiness.