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.