| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| FORTUNE 13 …and you will walk down a familiar street and you will meet striking woman beautiful and sophisticated and compelling beyond compare. Do not go to her. Do not go near her. You will see this vision of loveliness this vision of simple perfection this thing you think you've sought forever and a day and you will wish to run into her arms forgetting your name forgetting your very identity. It would be a mistake a tactical error in line with Pearl Harbor or Jack Kirby's sale of his property to Marvel too massive to quantify. To put it bluntly she is too good for you too pretty too mature too evolved to do you any good at all. She would reject you negate you. She would crush you in the vise-like grip of her pinkies. Avoid her at all costs. And even if she'd be willing to be seen with you to be with you it would still serve you ill. She is not right for you. She would destroy you. It is not to be. |
| And she may come after you this beautiful woman. She may seek you out follow you from place to place. To this, you must react by running. She is your end your demise a small death and a large all at once. You must flee. And if you ever see her again if she ever finds you or if by chance you see her on some unfamiliar street do what you can to escape her threat. Find some way to evade her evermore. And if this sage advice brings you no satisfaction if you end your days with no happiness suspecting this fortune was ill timed or poorly planned… At that time, you can have your money back. |