Poetry

Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
'I dedicate this poem to the
Once love of my life'
People smiled
And then they laughed as he
Started reciting his poem
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
Over and over again, the same two words on repeat
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
He looked at a creased paper as he said
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
And he guided a stray curl behind his ear
His lips moving
As his monotonous poem went on and on
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
And the audience grinned, laughed
The poem was funny at first
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
Dedicated to the once love of his life
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
And then the smiles faded and eyes closed
Hands played with the grass and sand
Others remained intertwined
Like their hair, like his hair
Curls and curls
His tied with a light brown rubber band
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
And she watched him, baffled
How the fuck was this poetry?
What the fuck is poetry?
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
Her anger increased
How dare he, how dare they, think this good poetry?
Poetry worth reciting, poetry worth listening to
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
But then their eyes met for a moment
As his scanned the audience
Maybe in search for
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
The once love of his life
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
And then she saw what made him a poet
And her nothing, nothing at all
Because while she scribbled on a paper
Which then went into hiding with the various other
Pieces of paper in her bag
Poems, thoughts, receipts, tickets
He was standing there
Reciting his poem
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
To people who were listening
Understanding
Reading between the lines
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
And she was nothing
For god's sake
She couldn't even understand what the poem meant
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
She scribbled a poem of her own
Two words stolen from hi
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
Hid it under a stone near the giant frangipani tree
Muttered a 'fuck me' and left
A nobody among an ocean of poets
Self-proclaimed of course
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you