(Note: This is a "reply", so to speak, to the short poem by Stephen Crane that begins "A man said to the Universe.")
How to Pick a Fight With the Universe
Hey, you! I'm talking to you,
Fate or Chance or God–
or whatever name you decide
this week –
com’on, just me and you,
outside.
Com’ on, let’s see what
you're made of, you cold,
unfeeling, insouciant,
expanse of cosmic
nothingness!
For your indifferent bliss
and stony deafness
to Nature’s earthly kiss,
take this –
as for the flowering dreams
you took for lowly weeds
and mowed ‘em down flat –
take that
and that --
and that!


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Auntie this poem is so funny! I place it right up there with Mirs "sold myself on Ebay".





