Fuck the fens and all they hold
(Which isn't very much).
Fuck the lack of things to do–
The emptiness and such.
Fuck the loneliness I feel,
And fuck the people too!
Fuck the lack of anything
There is to be or do.
Fuck the brown and muddy fields,
And fuck the constant rain.
Fuck the price it costs escaping
Here by bus or train.
Fuck the way the nightlife ends
At about 1 A.M
Fuck anyone who disagrees
(Especially fuck them!).
Fuck the lack of places
It would be fun to be,
And– since I'm now a part of it–
I guess also fuck me!