She laughs at me, devoid of pity, <br />Turns the joyous to the shitty, <br />Sucks the innards from the city, <br />Wills me to expire <br /> <br />But then a single, humble action <br />Comes to be and, through refraction, <br />Opens up a chain reaction <br />Flowing down a wire <br /> <br />Of shiny, low-resistant copper, <br />Generating such a whopper <br />Obstacle designed to stop her <br />Putting out my fire <br /> <br />That all attempts to stifle me <br />Are lost, for they do not foresee <br />A very simple fact - that she <br />Eventually must tire <br /> <br />Of rushing to and fro to kill <br />All life - and thus (let me distil <br />The facts) , her numbing efforts will <br />Not humble, but inspire.<br /><br />Hugh Fraser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-laughs-at-me-2/
