f**k this.

f**k capital letters and real grammer. f**k meaning on this. f**k the cleaning for today. f**k your stupid 'genres' and you know what? F**K YOUR F*****G AUDIENCE.

& my polar children,
petting blueberries
squelching blueberries,
wear a cut of fur, fur
for me.

melting, place a cage
over my shoulders,
shoulders of steel. steal,
steal for me.

and people, incandescent
people. play with cords of wine
and dance.

dance just for me.

Author's Note

so. i am loosing faith. the only true thing i believe in is my boyfriend. i am loosing faith in humanity. i am digusted.

Reviews

[Tyler]

killerrrr. i like the "f**k the method" method.

[Charles D. Moorer]

You are too young to be a cynic, leave the to old people like me.

[Jeff Miller]

This poem is odd when you first read it, yet once you absorb the meaning the message you are trying to convey becomes clear. Humanity is jumbled and has lost their values. They try to be structured when it comes to unimportant things, yet when it is important the rules are minimal. Great write!

[Safrina]

oh, and the picture has nothing to do with this poem. i just dont have anything else.