I wanted to write
Something
To smash the gloom
Something
To clear the fright
Anything
To erase the doom
And bring in some light
And a voice said to me, why bother?
Why bother?
I thought.
Why bother?
Why bother? Because I’ve had enough about this atrocity and that war. This doom and that gloom. This blah and that blah blah.
Here a blah. There a blah. Everywhere a blah blah. Bah!
Why bother? Because I want to.
There’s far more good out there to concentrate on anyway.
Why bother? Because I can.
(Of a fashion. In a roundabout way.)
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