All right, AA, I'll throw in the towel:
you've taken away
every bit of my very own Great Depression,
robbed me of my unique will to die,
and removed that special craziness by which I justified
my self-indulgences.
And, in exchange for stealing those treasures,
you've thrust me headlong into a world
of unaccustomed beauty,
a place of loving and useful living.
The program leaves me no choice:
I'm doomed to be happy, joyous, and free.
I might just as well accept my fate gracefully.
Happiness is not a station we arrive at;
it's a way of traveling.
H J F = Happy, Joyous, Free.