Ode To: Why Do I Even Bother?

Shine On Harvest Moon

So much to share and disseminate, but nobody looks or listens;
Why do I rack my brain while sweat on my brow glistens?
Is it worth it each week on Saturday night to be sittin’,
Figuring how the thoughts in my head should be written?

Who gives a damn anyway?
No one has a word to say,
About my weekly tirades seemingly now in disarray,
Keeping my incentive to blog totally at bay.

Writing is my way to remain sane,
Bored with a life that’s so mundane;
Nothing seems to rattle my chain,
Or relieve the sadness that’s causing so much pain.

But enough of wiping away the tears of this clown,
Trying to figure a way to smile instead of wearing a frown,
To remove these feelings of gloom, bringing me way down,
Churning my well-being round and around.

Was at Lardner’s Point yesterday,
The place I wrote about with words that say,
Not a single person who passed my way,
Looked me in the eye, said hello or how ya feeling, OK?

The same thing happened to me again,
Familiar people walking by with nary a glance did they send,
Even after a nod and hello I did append,
While attempting to be friendly, but seemed to offend.

I’m cutting short this diatribe in rhyme,
Not going to hit my 500-word quota this time,
Fed up with expressing myself and trying to be kind,
With no feedback from you, so now it’s your dime!


About Mike Slickster

As an early retiree with an honorary doctorate degree from the proverbial "School of Hard Knocks," this upcoming author with a lot of free time on his hands utilizes his expansive repertoire for humorous yet tragic, wildly creative writing that contains years of imaginative fantasy, pure nonsense, classic slapstick, extreme happiness and searing heartbreak; gathered by a wealth of personal experiences throughout his thrilling—sometimes mundane or unusually horrid—free-spirited, rock-'n'-roller-coaster ride around our beloved Planet Earth. Mike Slickster's illustrious quest continues, living now in Act Three of his present incarnation, quite a bit on the cutting edge of profundity and philosophical merriment as seen through his colorful characters, most notably evident in the amusing Thirty Days Across the Big Pond series, all of which can be found at Lulu.com.
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3 Responses to Ode To: Why Do I Even Bother?

  1. And nary a comment was made!

  2. Jack says:

    I’m always listening Mike.

    Sent from Mail for Windows 10

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