tripping down assaulted streets. and keeping her nose in the air. with her go-go boots and a dime store wig. she's a creeper but seems not to care. and although it's all so sordid we can see. a little girl. peeking from the bushes back at home. in a car on a darkened street. he bends and he fixes his head. points his eyes at the road ahead and drives home. happiness uncertain wanders lost in hell. happiness is certainly an old shill. living on a corner like a vagrant in disguise. passerby fells sorry but refuse to catch his eye. and he wishes he were younger then he'd make. them all regret it. it could get him down but he won't let it. happiness in people who are bound to die. happiness in politicians while they lie. happiness in working people everywhere. happiness in children's vacant stares