Fuck! A sound that
sounds like luck,
Fuck fuck fuck!
I watch the clock,
tic toc tic toc,
Fuck fuck fuck!
When life is out of
luck,
Fuck fuck fuck!
Sometimes things
just suck,
Fuck fuck fuck!
Sometimes it gets
enough,
Fuck fuck fuck!
Sometimes let that fuck,
Fuck fuck fuck!
I believe this must be a "public" poem, meaning that it is the kind that has to be read out loud by the poet himself. I will look forward to that.
ReplyDeleteThis seems like the perfect depiction of what goes through my mind during certain courses of which I shall not mention. Sometimes, the bettery on my phone runs dry because I keep switching it on to check the clock every five minutes.
ReplyDeleteI guess that is 'inspired' by one too many long classes. I liked the rhymes and the unpretentious backwards fuck-phrase...
ReplyDeleteOh I like this poem so much! This is absolutely one of my favorite words to use, and the fact that you have made a poem with relatable situations using that word makes me so happy!
ReplyDeleteIf only you hadn't used the word 'luck' two times, the poem would have been perfect! Describes my life so well...
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