no. you fuck,
i don't have time for you.
i was in the city
with some people
to get away from
the likes of you.
my father orders rocks,
orders tractors to be moved
to calm his shaking limbs,
to loosen stiffed up limbs,
to make his mind off of
the legs he has not gotten -
my father is my friend.
i think you're a fuck sometimes,
you know that.
i met a person and i went
on a date, a date where leather
pants were accepted and patterned
tights were worn and where I
ran and I tripped and I fell
and did a face plant.
you're a real fuck.
take a look at my knee you fuck,
there was a cut there and now it is
scabbed over. i had a friend
who slept with a boy i loved and she taught me
to destroy the likes of you.
fuck. i'd like to shut you up.
i came to the city to get away from
the likes of you.
the city is a place where people like you
dwell - I'll fuck you up girl.
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