fuck it



There were days:

just me and my guitar.

I never needed any more,


but something changed.

My songs don't sound the same...

Borderline deranged.



I think I'll smash this guitar

and start with something new!

Fuck it! Might as well smash that too!



So this is it:

the bottom of the pit.

I guess this is what I get.


Well, fuck it all,

like I already said.

I guess better here than dead.


  • Author: noah (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 21st, 2020 15:23
  • Comment from author about the poem: early stages...final part and epilogue.
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Comments +



    what is going on at Mps, its all guitars. This one stands out for the uniqeness and structure. So in some kind of conclusion, i say fuck it all!

  • Barry Hodges

    Fuck it.

  • Evergreen

    When all hope is lost... fuck it.

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