Happy Man

They say a happy man
Has a happy place – like when he is driving
His Suzuki Swift, his car by choice and paycheck
After all he is a little small in every way
His salary has the scientific name Arachis hypogaea
Which although miniature and starchy
Is indulgent and takes a bit of growing (and biting)
Then he comes to his wife
Another happy place, on the 8 by 7 foot bed
That his in-laws bought – guess they wanted a grandchild badly
And a few times each week she hits his sweet spot
When he quakes a little, spills a lot
And smiles heavy in the face of a dopamine spike
After all man has only one type of happy place
Car or woman – his compulsion to drive
And his need to change gears (and positions)
To speed up and to occasionally brake
After all he is in his happiest driving his own vessel
In top gear, as the master of his speedometer
In sublime cruise control.

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