Hey, guess what.
No one gives a flying fuck.
Especially when you're living.
No one's coming to save you.
They don't give a flying fuck.
Not what you did for them,
Not how much you loved them.
They didn't even take the time to heed your words of caution.
They
Don't
Give
A
Flying
Fuck.
Let them go.
Go be happy, if you can.
Eventually you'll enter back into their sphere
And they'll wonder where the Hell you were.
Because at the time they didn't give a flying fuck.
Wow them anyway.
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A Year In Poetry
PoetryHappy 2020! I will be putting one whole year of poems in this book. We'll all see what happens! A lot of the poetry I write is to help me understand the world around me. One day it might be a love poem, the next it might be about chicken nuggets. Fo...
