All the Rage

To rage against the dying of the light
appears to be as popular as ever,
as if the day might fail to follow night.

But it has never failed yet, am I right?
So does it seem particularly clever
to rage against the dying of the light?

And yet they persevere and rage, despite
not making any difference whatsoever,
as if the day might fail to follow night.

Ironically enough, they call it “fight”,
this hopeless, wholly laughable endeavor,
to rage against the dying of the light.

Disheveled, dirty, don’t they look a fright?
As if they haven’t showered in forever,
as if the day might fail to follow night.

It’s plain, in Times New Roman, black and white,
but they continue, so to hell, what-ever,
to rage against the dying of the light
as if the day might fail to follow night.

Author notes: with apologies to Dylan Thomas. Image created by prompt to GPT