Coda

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?
------------------------------------------------

Résumé

Razors pain you; Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful; Nooses give;
Gas smells awful; You might as well live.

And after reading a little Dorothy Parker.... I do feel a little better.