Either that, or it would be a shame to waste a good prompt for a poem...
A Measure of Wellbeing
Can you legislate for happiness,
performance manage hope,
set a target for wellbeing
to manipulate my soul?
Can you define what makes life worthy
from your Ivory Tory Tower,
with patronising tactics
to maintain your worthless power?
Don’t you see that being happy
isn’t in the hand of state?
That your smug desire to lift our hearts
might burnish them with hate.