Fate #3

Fate #3

By Nancy

Sometimes you can’t control

What happens

Fate can really fuck you

Over

If growing your hair long

And running around like a

Monkey

Makes you feel good inside

Then do it!

You never know when the

Next disgruntal postage

Employee will strike.

Nancy had a habit of calling poems "Fate" as you can see. They were always dark and rather bitter. So you could say her poems were like chocolate. It would be wrong, but you could say it. Obviously, the best part is the surreal line breaks which would create a rather disturbing rhythm if anybody would bother to read it like that.

I don't think the all caps was done on purpose, but I do feel the poem works best if it's shouted so that's how you should read it.