“Why was I born?”
called the Jackdaw to the Raven.
“What’s the purpose of my life?”
whispered Piglet to Ratty.
“What does it mean?”
hissed Michelangelo to Raphael
with sour on his face.
“Where am I going?”
shouted a Dublin woman from the Northside
to Molly Malone.
“When will my answer be enough?”
I said to myself.