There's little in taking or giving, <br /> There's little in water or wine; <br />This living, this living, this living <br /> Was never a project of mine. <br />Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is <br /> The gain of the one at the top, <br />For art is a form of catharsis, <br /> And love is a permanent flop, <br />And work is the province of cattle, <br /> And rest's for a clam in a shell, <br />So I'm thinking of throwing the battle- <br /> Would you kindly direct me to hell?<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coda/
