What's bugging you?

Compared to us of two legs,
an insect's life is simple;  no good, no evil,
no gods to whom we should plead innocence,
no heaven to imagine nor to wish for

no hell to dread or damn, only eat or be sandwiched.

No couch of Freud, no church on Sundays.

It's human bean's pursuit of happiness which muddles hope
...and then of course, there are bosses, spouses and taxes.
What really then is two legged happiness?  Seems to me,
 happiness - like prune juice - is an extraction.

Seems to me, happiness is an abstract,
but much less essence than it is filler.
Therefore, an insect's life is by far the simpler.
Still, I would not exchange conscience, (good or bad)
for extra legs and stronger jaws to kill with.