Times are bad and are fast getting worse.
The basic fact of all existence
is that existence is cursed.
From single-celled critters, all birds and bees
to us top-of-the-heap, grad-school chimpanzees
strutting and fretting, getting and spending,
pursuing nutrition and, if there's time, knowledge.
The first is essential, the second's a waste,
especially what they taught you in college
where, on the whole, you were misinformed
about the happenstance that you were born.
Yet you persist and insist your existence
means more than that of pond scum.
You follow the syllabus from day after day
hoping tomorrow Godot may come.
Replacing reality with what you wish
can be best described as Micawberish.
