Breathing Out Poem by Andy Brookes

Why should I bother with all this bother
I'm not bothered about this brother.
skies haven't fallen, nor turned red.
moon still shines her silver beams,
world still spins axially,
grave with gravity, third rock steady.

we loop into Winter discontented
coolly and slowly ice returns
and woollen jumpers come out
from Summer's sleep to itch at neck and cuff.

wars are fought and men die
and so it was and seems ever to be.
what's yours is mine and what's mine is mine.
lets unfurl the flags and march.
all the while the rich get richer, the poor poorer
and ever it so was and shall be.

we are the ultimate selfish creature
with our a wants and needs and whines.
never satisfied, forever hungry,
the ultimate consumer, consuming.

so why should I bother with all this bother?