Prelude Of Purpose

Can we have life without a purpose?
Or is there something there to stop us?

Office jobs that make us slobs and stomachs blob

That do or die makes us want to say goodbye
To everything that creates a why

And God will have a smile on his face
As we headless chickens start the race

Machines calculate our current state of torrid hate

Of our gripes and moans and groans
That we must obtain our treasured loans

Oh Lord! Where's the purpose if theses things only hurt us

But then we turn, to our philosophers
Who shuffle in and out of corridors

And will they figure out the idea of purpose or the purpose of ideas?

Wait! Stop this silly circus!
What if life's the purpose!

by Doc Biskind

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