Why do I ask?
Why even attempt?
When all I get is a sneering glance
And a scornful grimace?
I ask, I question,
What I not understand,
I guess neither they know
Why they put up with such farce.
For it is insane
Yes, it must be,
And I must add quite unladylike too,
To ask a simple 'Why'.
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Why ask the question? Only to be greeted with a scorn. It happens all the time. A good poem.