"Coda" by Dorothy Parker

There's little in taking or giving, 

 There's little in water or wine; 

This living, this living, this living 

 Was never a project of mine. 

Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is 

 The gain of the one at the top, 

For art is a form of catharsis, 

 And love is a permanent flop, 

And work is the province of cattle, 

 And rest's for a clam in a shell, 

So I'm thinking of throwing the battle --- 

 Would you kindly direct me to hell?

Poem brought to you by a bad mood brought about by over two weeks of poor sleep due to various ailments, including double pink eye. :(

Here's to a restful weekend, hopefully...!