once your basic needs are satisfied
you can achieve happiness
simply by changing your opinion
and the best way to change
your opinion is to read
and the best thing to read
to change your opinion
is a short honest poem
and the best short honest poems
for changing your opinion
could be mine,
but they are not.

today i again forgot my age
and the whole day i was guessing
that i am 47 or 48.

finally i found a website
which calculated my age
and i was super happy
that it was only 46.

very nice that someone
made a website for us
who forget our age.

i need something
i enjoyed that once
i want it
i crave it, it is awesome
it really need it
this is so tasty
this is amazing
i am so happy to be alive
something is not right
i am a bit sick
i need to go to the bathroom
i will never eat that again
why does that exist
i am ashamed
this world is hell

i know exactly
how to fix the world
to the last technical detail
making everyone happy.
it really is very very easy.

if you do not enjoy
the miracle of life
while you are alone
in a completely dark room
no amount of money
or anything
will make you happy

sometimes
i imagine
another universe
in which my friends
who do not have kids
have kids
and are super happy.

this helps me cope
with sadness
that my friends
in this universe
do not have kids.

in the last
second of my life
i will imagine
a perfect future of my kids
so i die super happy

i will me in NYC
from 7 until 13 april
and i would be happy
to meet someone new.
call me at +38163268906!

i am happy that i lived
in a time when
ancient cultures still existed
even as illusions

one of the most reliable
happy feelings
is picking a snot
out of my nose

how to love
how not to hate
how to forgive
how to talk
how to cooperate
how to build
how to survive tragedy
how to be happy
how to learn

i am very happy
that usa will now become
a perfect christian country.

i am looking forward to usa
helping all the poor
and ending all wars.

the last black hole will disappear
and the universe will be completely empty
before
we are happy with what we know

today new age of history started!
we published the first
opportunity on openinnovation.me
creating a connection between
designers of factory tools
and
factory workers who use them.
this is amazing!
this is the seventh best day in my life!
i am so proud!
now i can die happy!

this morning
while taking a shower
i forgot how old i was.

as soon as i got out
i asked irena if i was
fourty four or fourty five years old.

she told me i was forty four years old.
i was very happy because
i won a free year of life.

i am very worried
about the world
so i wrote
many poems about it

to give you a break
here is a happy poem
so you do not think
i am only a grumpy poet

why did the chicken cross the road?
to read a happy poem

having a flu is like being old
i want to kiss the little kids
i am happy to just take a shower
drinking warm tea is amazing
i am not picky with entertainment

hundreds of thousands of years ago
someone made the first art
and everyone else loved it
and everyone started doing it
and it made everyone happy

fast forward to now
when there are thousands of institutional layers
in education, manufacturing, distribution or art
attracting millions of political climbers
and making everyone hate art
and torturing the few remaining artist

most people just want to be happy
and make three or four other people happy.

not everyone wants to have
billion followers.

artists are leveled
by what happens
when they die:

level one – millions are sad.
level two – thousands are happy.
level three – hundreds are sad.
level four – no one cares.

it is most likely
that no alien civilization
will be as stupid as we were
to bother with building
such useless technology
as spaceships.

most likely they will
figure out how to live
a long and happy life
in the environment
they grew up in.

i am both
happy and sad
that i never went to war
and killed hundreds

the last attempt
to save this universe
from the idiots
was ruined
by the laziness.
again.
but everybody was happy.
and miltos can die now.
fuck it.
this universe can
remain idiotic
few hundred years more.

you sir
are a worthless
piece of shit
in the bottom of
my diarrhea
infected by alien
vermin from
a plan which smells
like one big slime
and looks like
negro’s asshole
in a galaxy
which is never
far away enough

you sir
i hate and despise
so much
that when i
just think of you
i go blind
my hair falls off
and my dick
starts to sing
my ass
pukes blood
and i get instant
photographic memory
and can see
through walls

you sir
if you ever die
i will be so happy
that i will
instantly
start glowing
in dark
discover the cure
for stupidity
and invent
the character
between
question and exclamation
marks
all people around me
will become dolphins
and all animals will
learn to do calculus

don’t you
just hate
polite and
happy people