Itchy thoughts

You told me, my poems are scratchy

What the f**k does that even mean?

What kind of scratchiness?

The kind that chokes your words from within or

the kind that gets under your skin?

 

You told me, I dance like a tree    

What does that even mean?

You mean my graceful bend or

my heavy descent?

Get the f**k in line and try to admire

how I waltz through the wind

 

I told you, you are fine but you can beat it

cause you will never survive

this f*****g deep ocean dive

Now you can go and wonder too

What the f**k does that even mean?

Reviews

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Very interising even you use at poem several time f word. Poem to me sounds very beautiful ,gentle and strong well done.