I live in a palace of broken glass ten times, one hundred times I land I land on my broken *** O Daddy o daddy why did you ******* me like this ten times one thousand times, a broken dish, reflected you me YOU ME ah f and so each time you did this to me I became the child you abandoned again and again I've grown to despise holidays because the include you and all of your solid assurance that I'll keep your secret Daddy I cannot bear to be anywhere near you you wreck me you break me into these fing prisms and so the only way to lose you is to lose all of the pieces of me F* YOU DAD!
(Merry Christmas so...)
(it seems Hello Poetry is censoring my poems so I'll just go ahead and do the censoring for them? I've always had a ***** mouth but I believe these four letter words have a place in poetry, they really do, especially with regard getting across a certain way of speaking, idioms, and all of that good stuff)