So much sorrow and so much pain,

Everyone seems to suffer and very few gain,

War is big business these days,

An opportunity for a quick thinker,

For someone to make a quick buck,

Someone with some spare Kalashnikov’s to squander,

To let some child loose to wander,

To sell to the highest bidder,

Because loyalty is meaningless, the dollar is your friend.

Happiness is a cigar called Hamlet

 

 

We fight for land, we fight for food,

We also fight for religion which of course is no good,

They all believe their god is the greatest,

When will they discover it really hates us?

Is this a sport for it?

Where does it sit?

Why does it watch?

Why does it ignore its believers?

Why won’t it face its detractors?

I think there are too many factors.

We have leaders and sheep; it’s the way of life,

But Happiness is a cigar called Hamlet.

 

 

They say ignorance is bliss,

 Let’s try it someday,

To live in an another reality,

To live like an American let’s say,

To see the world through Star Spangled Glasses,

Distorted and skewed.

Where hatred is real and stupidity rife,

No wonder they have a Trump president with a Glamorous wife.

Did you ever watch Marty McFly in Back to the Future?

Biff was in power and this is America’s Future.

Happiness is a cigar called Hamlet.

 

 

So what is happiness for you and for me?

I like to listen to music; I like to be free,

To wander through this life as I choose,

To escape the rat race to find a new muse,

To be out my depth maybe up to my waist,

To think quick on my feet with much too much haste,

To be challenged every day and learn something new,

To have a good single malt or a glass of Shiraz

And of course some dark chocolate to add some pizzazz.

But happiness is a cigar called Hamlet.

 

 

So what about you?

How do you stay away from the colour blue?

Please share and tell us, I’m keen to know.

I might need your advice someday and your shoulder to lean on,

I’m just lucky just now that I have Karma in the bank,

I’m positive and gaining interest.

But life is full of ups and downs and old foes,

And it can be easy to let those woes,

Eat you and feed the fire of depression but don’t let it win,

Talk if need be, go for a walk have a cup of tea,

But always remember,

Happiness is a cigar called Hamlet.

 

 

SO who is Hamlet? I guess you want to know,

Well he made cigars many many years ago,

And he always told me that if you were sad or blue,

That you sought him out and he could cure you,

By making you smell funny but relaxed and new,

To be cool,suave and be debonair even if you lost all your hair.

But whether it’s a Hamlet a dog or a book,

Find your happiness wherever you look,

It might be under your nose just open your eyes,

And I’m sure one day you will get a very pleasant surprise,

Happiness is a Cigar called Hamlet.