We must be happy or we’ll go to jail

We must be happy or we’ll go to jail
No holy Contemplation  nor deep peace
No ethics,love nor comforting  the frail

Sadness must be hidden from email
Confession disallowed, no humble priest
We must be happy or we’ll go to jail

We must be jovial even when we fail
Who needs to get a First, or a dance in  Grease
No ethics,love nor comforting the frail

Like a slug, we leave a joyous trail
Who needs a decent job or trouser crease?
We must be happy or we’ll go to jail

Yet humans ,even babies,need to wail
From far away  we see the foretold Beast
No ethics,love just save us a four big nails

Why did the Magi come here from the East?
Why drink the wine superior at the Feast?
We must be happy or we’ll go to jail
No ethics,love,no Mother  turning pale