I come from the country
Of the happiest people on earth
Where rulers dance on the grave
Of their people’s joy
Visionless, virtueless, and satanically mendacious
They gobble up the seed yam,
Their prodigal belches mocking the impotent
Silence in a house of fleshless ribs
Our cars come from Asia
Our phones from Finland
Our toothpicks from Hungary
Our proud Constitution from the lordly West
Our labs have no labour
Our libraries no books
Our classrooms have neither class nor room
Mimic mammals that we are
Too happy for original thinking
We beg and buy others to think for us
Our universities happily shut down for months
Our brains are on permanent sabbatical
Too happy to know
The sobering weight of sadness
We are the giggling giants
Of the happiest country on earth