You can cure depression,

Rolling in like an early morning fog.

But you can’t cure happiness

Which is more like a yellow smog.

You do dumb things

When you’re abysmally happy

But your mind works much better

When your mood is crappy.

Intensity is what’s missing

From your sick *happy* life.

I wish that W.H.O would

Recognise it as an epidemic strife.

Kill ‘em all, those happy fools

We can be uninterruptedly depressed

Happy-bashing, my doctor says,

Does wonders for the pre-maritally stressed.

Let logic prevail above all else.

Not lust for incorrigible stupidity.

If you’re one of those cheerful fiends

Then you have my sincere sympathy.