Coda by Dorothy Parker 

There's little in taking or giving, 
There's little in water or wine; 
This living, this living, this living 
Was never a project of mine. 
Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is 
The gain of the one at the top, 
For art is a form of catharsis, 
And love is a permanent flop, 
And work is the province of cattle, 
And rest's for a clam in a shell, 
So I'm thinking of throwing the battle- 
Would you kindly direct me to hell?