There isn’t any reason I should fail.
I mean, come on. It’s easy. Isn’t it?
It isn’t rocket science after all
where there’s a zillion things you have to know
like squaring roots of cubic octagons,
and figuring the oxygen you’d need
to keep alive a panicked astronaut
when he discovers when he’s way out there
he’s eaten all the waffles on his ship,
and now the choice is starve or slit his wrists.
If bozos riding chipmunks can succeed
then why not me? It doesn’t even take
a half a brain to make it work. I’m sure
that I could even do it in my sleep.
The challenge isn’t doing it you know.
There isn’t any challenge don’t you know.
I’ll start tomorrow morning when I’m fresh.