Such is Life and Life is Such

When once I sought the Holy Grail,

I'm now more likely to piss in a pail.

Moved before to rapture by the endless dale,

I put up two fingers to the relentless gale.

Trekking through the long green vale,

I reach at last, the media wail.

Seeing an old friend I venture a hale.

Cutting me dead, he returns to the hail.

The coffin is there, awaiting the last nail.

A university man, but never Yale.

All the words we learn, perhaps add up to fail.

As for the other side...

There is no mail.