A man is fighting with a cup of coffee. The rules: he must not <br />break the cup nor spill its coffee; nor must the cup break the <br />man's bones or spill his blood. <br /> <br /> The man said, oh the hell with it, as he swept the cup to <br />the floor. The cup did not break but its coffee poured out <br />of its open self. <br /> <br /> The cup cried, don't hurt me, please don't hurt me; I am <br />without mobility, I have no defense save my utility; use <br />me to hold your coffee.<br /><br />Russell Edson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fight/
