I love to flick fuck off my tongue: Fuck.
A feisty Fffff forces a crack
from my mouth. The word is like rocks,
dense and damaging.
and hard for me to manage
some sort of self control
a single utterance is a defiance of control:
fuck you, fuck them, fuck that; fuck.
And why is it that manage
Starts with man? I’d crack
those cocks. Do some damage
to opinions that reside in those rocks,
and maybe throw some rocks
at those comptrollers and constant control.
I revel to ravage a trail of verbal damage
through this frequent friend, fuck.
I’ll curl this wondrous word to crack
at anger management
I’ll manage
that. And when this rocky
word wreaks havoc, crackles
at this self control,
I’ll sling savage fuck
some more and bask in this damage.
And Damn, the damage
I'll manage
with Fuck
in my pocket arsenal, like rock
and roll with no volume
control;
speakers crack.
I love to slip fuck through the cracks
like water through an aged dam.
Fuck control.
manage
man made rocks
to flood with fucks.
Fuck is my crack
Fuck is my damage
Fuck is my control
