Why Bother?

You pay your Easter dues,

Tell your neighbour all the news,

Pretend you like the blues

to suit the listener.

Climate change is cool

Al Gore is no ones fool

Baby needs a name; you'll

go and Christen her.

We polish up the car,

Buy all round us at the bar

Never better par

They might resent that.

Hunt with hungry hound

with hare still pal around,

Sure both of them are sound

which way you look at.

From Calvary I borrow nails

From Kipling I invent my tales

Of Jungle Books and schooner gales

and ends that conjure If,

These games are played to suit the mob

To cater for Jack, Jill and Bob

and hands outstretched to hob

of supple fingers stiff.

We play a game, its all the same

to mantle hewn to hide our fame

and find a victim for our shame

in any corner,

We live the metamorphic lie

and truth convinces us to die,

Lie stark to unforgiving sky

but never warn her.

Friend to one, friend to all,

To ox and ass in humble stall

Patrick, Peter and Saint Paul

and Holy Mother.

Say thanks when you are duly paid,

Smile when you are still afraid

Dismiss the truth, bring on charade,

Why should I bother?