In Competition No. 3071 you were invited to supply a demotivational poem.
This was your opportunity to come up with a bracing antidote to the world-view peddled by an eye-wateringly lucrative self-help industry that feeds on a mix of insecurity and the aspirational narcissism du jour.
You came at the challenge from various angles, but the opening to Tracy Davidson’s entry speaks for many:
It doesn’t matter what you do in life,
It’s just a constant loop of pointless shite.
Honourable mentions go to Adrian Fry’s paean to the power...
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