FUCK



FUCK!

Yeah fuck, fuck, fuck!

  The mood is dark, almost savage.

    A time bomb ready to explode.

     There needs to be a release.


FUCK!

Life has caught up,

  And is now slowing its pace.

    Teasing me, leading me on.

	Offering no peace or rest.


FUCK!

No singleton notices me,

  Unless to frustrate my mood.

    No one calls, texts, emails.

	I am an invisible entity.


FUCK!

Do I no longer exist?

  Am I spinning in a lost universe?

    Waiting for a Big Bang to create a new me?

     Or maybe, thankfully, to destroy me?


FUCK!

Is this a punishment?

	Did I commit a crime?

		Is the sentence for life?

			Is parole even possible?


FUCK!

Fuck this shit already!

	Fuck this shit!

		Fuck this!

			FUCK!



Roy Richard

December 2023