F**k you!
F**k bicycle baskets
And f**k the glow-in-the-dark stars
that glued themselves to my bathtub
F**k you imaginary friends!
I know you were really there
F**k the unicorns that died out on me
And I believed, too
F**k all the pompous snotty b******s that made my life hell
In grades two-through eight
F**k you Ed,
I know you couldn't really talk.
And f**k the peanut butter that made your lips move.
F**k people who abuse animals!
Yes, you men who beat baby seals and women who wear fur,
And the men who make movies about a f*****g dog
That plays every f*****g sport
(F**k loaded words that don't mean anything anymore)
F**k the color guard flag that gave me a black eye
And everything that ever hurt me
Which leads to
F**k you *****!
For giving me a wrecked child hood and making me another damn sadistic.
F**k sadistics.
F**k you, counselor, for giving my madness a name
And making me not special anymore.
F**k Ryan Alexander, my imaginary boyfriend,
And f**k his vintage blue thunderbird convertible,
And f**k the way he plays guitar at the coffeehouse
F**k batman! But unfuck robin, he's cool.
And F**K YOU kindergarten hamster!
You didn't have to eat that staple.
F**k not being in a coma, and being able to dream
F**k that I'd rather it not be real and I'd be able to live as I please
F**K BEING SO LONELY
F**k that my art is a living cliché
F**k nonconformity
The best way to not conform is to not worry about whether you do or not.
F**k Poe for saying what's in my heart and making it unoriginal.
And very very F**k Mosquitoes.
Fuckitty f**k f**k f**k mosquitoes.
F**k worrying that I'm a poser. F**k seagulls in winter
F**k biting my nails
-Don't forget haiku's
They're not real poems anyway
So double f**k'em-
F**k leaves I didn't catch as they fell
F**k sporks
Yes, this is sacrilege but
F**k God, I wish I knew the truth
F**k red flags and pink shirts
And f**k double and triple standards
Ah, and f**k pencil grips
And when sparrows fight
Sparrows are NOT SUPPOSED TO FIGHT!
F**k subways and smoking
And that fact that I do not have a smoothie right now
And I really want one
F**k poetry, and when you think it's good
But guess what? IT'S NOT!
And f**k yoga, I mean really, what the F**k?
F**k mulch and
Sneezing into your hands
And being sad
And crying at movies
And that I'm not thin enough
F**k my scars
F**k mouth breathers
F**k confusion
F**k not knowing how to end a pointless poem
and f**k ending predictably
F**k me.