Once a fuck is given, one can not get it back.
I heard somewhere recently
that people are the most creative
at the times they think
that they are utterly useless:
like in the morning before getting coffee
or while surrounded by asshole co-workers who won’t shut up about their stupid gun collection
(cause seriously, no one cares about how big your dick isn’t, Phil.)
The amount of fucks anyone can give in a day varies based of many factors – the amount of sleep someone has the night before or if they ate breakfast that morning, for example, can determine how many fucks a person has to spare.
It is in that spirit – despite my better judgement –
I am writing to you at four AM.
Sitting in my underwear,
Forcing my eyes to stay open, licking my dust-dry lips.
and realizing that I forgot to brush my teeth –
If someone deems a person or a situation not worth their emotional effort, they can simply choose to not give a fuck, despite having an abundance of fucks they can spare.
Today at work:
Everyone kept asking me if I was alright
I told them that I think so –
because it’s easier to say than
“I don’t want to be here, and your face annoys me”
A fuck is approximately two damns. A damn is two shits, and a shit is three rat’s asses.
I don’t have much to say in this piece
so I’m hoping that self-deprecation
and artsy-fartsy stream of consciousness
still passes for decent poetry these days.
Taking a fuck is morally objectionable.