As Wordsworth Said:
“The World Is Too Much With Us.”
To Such Dead Men I Respond With Rugged Smarm:
“You Have No. Fucking. Idea.”
Okay to feel small.
To tackle impossibly enormous goals –
In Ten Thousand Tiny Steps,
Rather Than Great Leaps.
Sing Me Entropy,
Same Void I Bid Goodnight,
For Evermore.
To Such Dead Men I Respond With Rugged Smarm:
