this fucking man had a
fucking fetish
saying ‘fuck’ made his
underwear wet-ish
you see, he loved to use
the fucking ‘f’ word
he dropped it easy like a
hot fucking turd
he first said ‘fuck’ when
he opened his eyes
aye when he saw a fresh
fucking sunrise
he loved his cup of Earl-fucking-Grey tea
why, even the Earl wasn’t
as fucking cool as he
he loved a fucking long
warm shower
and how it made his wee-wee
fucking tower
he loved his fucking eggs,
toast and ham
but could never digest a
fucking traffic jam
he said ‘fuck’ when he
didn’t give a fuck
and ‘fuck fuck’ when he
wanted good luck
he once said ‘fucking cool’
to an old priest
who told him he’d just
turned fucking atheist
and he never found it the
least fucking odd
when he said ‘fucking cool’
to another who found God
his heart never bled; it fucking broke
he never wanted ciggies; he wanted
a fucking smoke
he never had sex; he made
fucking love
he never questioned; he
asked, ‘fucking how?’
well, the fucking man was
anything but a fucking fool
he never dropped fucks just
to look fucking cool
and he never dropped fucks
because he was cheap
in fact, he offered them
because he was fucking deep
he knew fucks were soul-glue;
they made emotions stick
‘fuck’ gave words
feelings; made them fucking epic.
ram cobain
(Pic courtesy Google)
(Pic courtesy Google)
