J.Jay Samel Davis

I used to believe in Happy Endings;

I used to believe in Santa Claus,

In God and Heaven, the good of living, but now I take myself a pause,

Having grown to disrespect and disregard these clever lies,

Of cultures past and present, and my heart it bitterly cries,

As the dreams of many ages are crashed upon a brutal shore,

Destroying dreams eternal and setting people up for more, Who get the business from their rulers, parents, stewards, ones who care, Promising the lies of promise, like our skin, they gently tear.

We have glorious rulers, seeking pawns, their easy prey,

They mould and make us as they will, and say there’ll be a better day,

They do adjust and snip our parts, telling us “It’s good you know!

“This will hurt you more than me!” 

I don’t believe that.

That is so.

For they have captured all my time and turned it into projects that, I would never sanction if I knew just where we’re really at, Which is a place where force, deception oft repeats itself out loud, That is why the forceful villains sneak around and don’t seem proud.

Smart folks grab for what they want; they smile with pride beneath a coat, Of decent, simple pleasantry.  Beware of what their system wrote,

For it will seek to trick and tease you with its subtle formalities, And lure you toward their Happy Endings, but they’re the ones who hold the keys, For in their systems you’ll get lost; they’ll chew you up and spit you out, making you believe they’re good and know what they do talk about.

I believed in Happy Endings; I read that in a storybook, And now the system dictates much, and my dreams they’ve all been taken.

As I watch these “Happy” Endings, yes, my eyes fill up with tears, Powerless to try again; they’ve burdened me with many fears, They’ve filled the world with gadgets and poisoned all the food we eat, And promise still to make things right with their technologic treat.

The Happy Endings are now filled with cell phones, Internet and noise,

Replacements that are oh so sterile, maiming all the girls and boys, Still proclaiming Happy Endings with 5G, AI and such,

Once upon a time diminished; endings all come with a crutch.


Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)