Happiness in a Vice

Happiness in a bottle of beer
Goes away
When the alcohol in the bloodstream
loses its efficacy

Happiness in a cigarette
is like the cigarette stick
little by little it's eaten
when fire is being lit

Happiness with a woman of the street
Is like your money you paid to her
It disappears in your hand as well.

poem by Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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