Often I think most things have purpose.
Even the purposeless is supposed to be frilly fun.
And though people tell you to just wait.
I just think why bother?
You know they don't want to talk.
Yet you keep yammering away.
Wasting air and making ears fall off.
Why bother?
Nah, that laugh was fake.
Can't you tell it was 4 seconds long, the typical duration of a laugh
is either a short staccato burst or a long voluminous roll
You're still going to remember his name.
Why bother?
When they just dwell on the negative.
No one is going to recognize mediocrity.
But my kid can read a few sentences!
Why bother?
Your dreams are merely fodder.
For others to scorn and jeer.
And you know not to shed a tear.
Instead you just say "why bother"
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