Awake
at 3AM
again
and angry.
I tell the Universe
what I think of it,
how I had thought it
friendly, but now
believe it determined to
drive me insane then
kill me, and I ask
why, WHY?
But before an answer from the
Cosmic Dickwad of Evermore
arrives, I fall asleep
and into dreaming bliss
and wake
no longer
angry
or with any
complaints.
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