The Fucked Up Poem

poem by: Paul Stephens
Written on Apr 13, 2017 

What the fuck? Who the fuck?
How the fuck did this all happen?
No ones got a fucking clue
So does it really fucking matter?

Fucked if I will ever know
It does my fucking head in
So why the fuck do I think of it?
From the whole fucking beginning

From a fucked up life to a fucked up brain
It's a fuck that no ones wanting
So I'm standing here in the far queue
Doesn't seem it's fucking moving

 

Tags: humor, rhyme,

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Kylee Kochenderfer commented:
You just explained exactly what my brain is like! Love the poem!
Frank Hornby . commented:
Disappointed with the words Paul...........hope your feeling a bit better today.....the world would be in a worse mess.....if nobody gave a ****!.......
Paul Stephens commented:
Glad you love the poem Kyle. I wrote it toung in cheak cause we've all been there but it does get better if we can find a way to laugh.
Paul Stephens commented:
Sorry Frank, I guess you can't please everyone but it's artistic and poetic license.
Frank Hornby . commented:
Your right....keep your poems coming.....

 

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