Poem that doesn’t rhyme: go

Go fuck yourself,

If you think that the problem with this world is the

People who inhabit it and not the realistic impossibility of reaching any

Kind of equilibrium to satisfy the need to judge those individuals

That want to reach the evolutionary termination of their being without

Incidentally making the mistake of losing out or upsetting the chaos

That has worked so well up to this point.

Or don’t.