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at some point
…maybe
…later
...a rainy day in hell...
…when arthritis cripples my fingertips
and my stride has been altered by a replaced hip
and early onset Alzheimer’s makes me forget

…maybe
I will give a fuck
what a mutherfuck
has to say about my fucking
expressions being too fucking [whatever]...

me

cause that’s what I do

me

and I hate the fact that poets,
some of whom I read and/or don't read
feel the need to leave or contain what they believe
because of what fuckers perceive

even if you write about things I don't agree
I am grateful that you contrast my vision
because uniformity is boring to me
I liked to be shocked
freaked
geeked
have interests peaked
and new information to leaf
and through you...

I find the meaning of MY poetry

do not allow ignorance
and gang mentalities
to offset your expressing your reality

I love this site
even though some of its members are fucks
and should maybe get fucked up
cause they act like butts

but[t]

stinks sometimes
but fresh water keeps it clean

know what I mean?