Why bother?
Ecclesiastes 4:5 New English Translation (NET Bible)
5 The fool folds his hands and does no work,
so he has nothing to eat but his own flesh.
Why bother?
Let I try to be the norm of silly confrontation
Let I wave my flag made of my dirty underwear
Try to take me seriously in my constant degradation
I am first in the parade that was canceled somewhere
Folks just like me beating on a "purposeless" drum
Writing their own words to a tune stolen from others
History repeats by the born in a “spiritual” slum
As greed is created for the “good” who didn’t bother
“To know how to do good and not do it”, is to eat and not swallow
You stuff yourself overfull until you puke without a sound
A skeleton you’ll be somehow with a heart completely hollow
That being a fool seems a blessing as you're downward bound
Jan Wienen
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