Happy Poetry Is Tough to Write

Artificial joy
Doesn’t speak to my being
After hearing lies

Liking Things Is Really Hard

My jaded conscience
Prevents me from enjoyment
To like without shame

(In)voluntary Increments to Taste Freedom

Giant steps forward
To break the shackles on me
Were quite gradual

Travailing Haiku

Deception is king

As laziness is extolled

While I get nothing