I want to go
but I hate
wading through a sea of people
being bombarded by childless strollers
having happiness forced upon me
by hundreds of employees who smile, happy
or else.
I'm uncomfortable
but I'm happy to be here
among rude sweaty strangers
and all their spoiled screaming children
trading screams for smiles at the drop of a hat
they must be kept happy
or else.
At the end of a good day
I'm glad to be away
from the pushy merchandising campaigns
and the wallet snagging happiness
in the happiest place on earth
they dragged me to, to make me happy
or else.
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