sonnet It seems like happiness

It seems like happiness lifts up my head
Though nil to do with praises paid or earnt
Ive heard them elsewhere echo heard and said
Biorhythm rallies cash climbs so Ive learnt
A diary speaks of autopsy draws dread
If atomised or liquified or burnt
Its better off unbiased and not misread
It cant then trill telltale things which were werent
Id show you how much on you Ive been keen
Id ride the roof of any speeding train
Id lurch the lam and bring a ball and chain
Id blast blanks skyward from a magazine
I praise you from fresh straits of sanity
You never vanquish me through vanity
Chorus sanity commonsense reason