go, be happy

no funny
bones are found
in the x rays.
just brittle
sticks
pretending to be
bones,
that hold
you upright, so
that you
don't slide
into a human
puddle to be
washed away by
the next hard rain
that falls.
take this your
doctor says, handing
you a bottle of pills
to make you happy.
this will restore
your sense of
humor, make
you not care
about what goes
on before you.
you'll be laughing
in an hour, by
night time
you'll be telling
jokes
and being your
old sarcastic
self. just one a
day, he says.
go, be happy.