(This poem is originally from my book: Everything I’ve Got)
Noun, Verb, Adjective, Adverb;
Fuck in many forms.
Carlin opened my eyes, and showed its full potential.
A word so perfect, like a master key,
able to fit in anywhere.
Verbalized adrenaline coursing out our mouths.
Heart pounding, pumping like a piston.
Venom spat from hate filled lips.
All but the target turns to white before your eyes.
The cry of the desperate falling off their tongues.
Throwing out another crumpled piece of paper.
Passion exclaimed from shortened breaths.
Lips and limbs entangled.
Mind blank and simultaneously filled to the brim.
Nothing else to say. Nothing else will do.
Did we? Or are we?
‘What The Fuck?!’
Furrowed brow, red faced.
No it’s not.
Some fucked up quotes…
“Those who mind don’t [fuck], and those who [fuck] don’t mind.”
“[Fucking] is doing the same thing, over and over again, but expecting different results.”
“That which does not [fuck] us makes us stronger.”
Not like the “N”-word, the “C”-word, or that other “F”-word.
Beautiful like a crimson sunset.
Vile as a maggot ridden corpse.
Flexible like an acrobat.
Strong like a steel beam.
So… ‘Fuck off!’