BE DESTROYED BY THE MINUTE

Johnson87


                          


FUCK THE COUCH YOU SIT ON
FUCK THE GROUND YOU WALK ON
FUCK THE GRAVITY THAT CYCLES YOUR EARTH
FUCK THE SUN THAT TRIES TO BRIGHTEN YOUR DAY
FUCK THE DOWN POUR RAIN THAT WILL DROWN YOU
FUCK THE SPOON YOU NEED TO EAT
FUCK THE CRACKERS YOU WISH YOU HAD WHEN YOU STARVE
FUCK THE SIGHT YOUR EYE CLAIM TO SEE
FUCK THE BLINDNESS WHEN YOU CARE NOT TO SEE
FUCK THE SENSE OF HEARING AND TURN IT INTO RINGING
FUCK THE DISTANCE OF YOUR HEART TO YOUR LUNG
FUCK THE RHYTHM BEAT OF YOUR PULSE
FUCK THE TOXIC I PRAY YOU INHALE IN
FUCK THE SOUL THAT YOU THOUGHT YOU HAD
FUCK THE WAY YOU PURSUE TO ACHIEVE
FUCK THE SEA YOU NEED TO DISTANCE FROM ME
FUCK THE BLACK HOLE I HOPE SUCKS YOU IN
LAST BUT NOT LEAST FUCK ALL YOUR WELL BEING

  • Author: Johnson87 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 1st, 2015 10:51
  • Comment from author about the poem: Move on with life
  • Category: Surrealist
  • Views: 41
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