Keep Off

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Today I went out to find the meaning of life.
Plato said,
“Why it is the pursuit of happiness of course.”
Selfish philosophers.
How can there be happiness without running water?

So I asked the humble blades of grass,
“What does it mean to be happy?”
And they looked up at me, with their,
Thin, blank, faces.
And they told me to get the fuck on the sidewalk.