Bards in beds

There’s nothing to eat
so take a puff and grab a beer
Everyone here is lonely
So you have nothing to fear

Living ain’t easy
but dying is too hard
We have to soldier on
so make yourself a bard

The good books have all been written
The bad ones have all been read
There’s nothing new under the sun
Why don’t you join me in this warm bed

Tell me a story
I want a romance
It doesn’t have to be a good one
I’m ready to take that chance

What do you think? Right? Wrong? Pure poppycock?