Dismalady

Why stay alive when nothing prospers you?
When you’re no longer able to disperse
your energy in mundane tasks you threw
upon your list; or pluck from out your purse
the coins you sought to save to spend on few;
when you engage refusal and rehearse
four petulant complaints of nothing new?
Why wake this week, to demonstrate no tact
and hurt the hearts with whom you interact?

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