Allow me disadvantage so I’ll pay
attention to my life. Bestow on me
a dare, a tiny hassle toss my way;
anoint my psyche with adversity.
I need a little friction. I can’t sense
a passage unabrasive or the slick
cartoon of heaven. My intelligence
is challenge-fired, solve-inspired, sick
of hearing every common fantasy.
I run from easy money and abhor
your corny dream of immortality.
A stumble is a chance to rise, and more:
nor ovaries nor testicles I need
to stay awake. Obstruct me and I’ll speed.