There’s no eloquent way
To say
**** you or
what the ****
the immediacy,
the poignancy,
speaks volumes
where fancy words
Cannot.
So here’s a big,
Fat **** you
Sealed with
Contempt, sprinkled
With salt, because
Your sugar sweet
Was ******* fake
And that’s the icing
On your cake.
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
There’s no eloquent way
To say
**** you or
what the ****
the immediacy,
the poignancy,
speaks volumes
where fancy words
Cannot.
So here’s a big,
Fat **** you
Sealed with
Contempt, sprinkled
With salt, because
Your sugar sweet
Was ******* fake
And that’s the icing
On your cake.
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