"fuckit" poems
Slurred words, full bottles
Tonight I'm someone different from tomorrow
I throw away old sorrow, for now
More ******* than a brothel, but I'm not ready
We mimic the tradition, or stereotype
What if I'm not that type,
Fuckit right
Welcome to the party
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
Maybe I'll call it polisatire. Maybe I'll call it Satpolire. Satoplire.
Let's go people... nothing to see here but a big old fat ******* Satoplire...
coughs
coughs vigorously
shakes
is naked
just wasn't naked
but now is
Satoplire
#Hilldabeast2016
#Hilldabeast
Hillary Clinton scares me.
I think she's capable of producing some dark days...
We had the black guy... now we're going to get the woman.
What's next... An Octopus?
*are you offended because I didn't say black woman or Mexican and instead went all the way down the line to octopus? Come on... You'd be offended if I said anything regarding race or *** there... that is... if you're a little *****
I'm done.
This ain't a poem... more of a stream of my ****** up consciousness on
Lots of drugs and Lots of Nosleep.
*kids... don't go askin' around for that new **** called Nosleep...
I just mean I haven't slept in a few days is all.*
**Note to self: start putting ajax and powdered ***** in capsules and market it as Nosleep**
More Notes: Go on a road trip to Brooklyn with one of the kids you got hooked on Nosleeps and refuse them Nosleep the entire way there. They'll be too young to get it because it's a lot easier to sell fake drugs to miners.
*Notes on Notes: I think he meant I should market to minors... not miners. Spent the day last day down in the ***** coal mines of West Allis and boy oh boy.... did they ever find fury down there with which to beat my *** when I tried to sell them Nosleep. Do not sell to miners*
**Don't sell to minors either. Jail is not the place you want to be. At least not in Milwaukee county. I'm a white boy with soft skin and the prisons here are like., well., let's just say I'd be the ******** on the black sheets**
dude you can't use the word black in a metaphor if you're using it to describe black people
oops...
**** it*
#fuckit
((literallyfuckit))
k
what was it?
You know.
No I don't
;)
;)
;) ;) ;) ;)
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
miners get awfully lonely down there
;)
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 5:44 AM UTC
Panic attacks are like deathless suicides
****
You're deader than a dead man because unnatural fasts
unnatural- fasts
solipsist dizz-
solipsist sip, mizz?
burn the boardwalk and walk the beach *** all of a sudden
life is too short to fuckit, later.
everything has to slither out like Satanic snakes offering the half-bitten apple
to Adam *** he got the other bit stuck in his Adams Apple and suddenly lost his voice,
** ** take that, prophecies of God!
Too tired to be the metaphysical rebel licking the slug slime off your toes as if you deserve the luxury,
smile again and I'll call you the prettiest pervert to ever strip down to your socks.
this is what a broad mind is,
I write this assuming weirder thoughts have flickered in your ******* lightbulb.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 9:07 PM UTC
Fading falling daguerreotypes
litter the Montmarte of
my fuzzy imagination, after
Isis bombs a train station.
Polizei! Polizei! Polizei!
Gendarmerie! Gendarmerie! Gendarmerie!
Help! I...they need somebody, in three
Separate languages, can't the world see?
The capital is under seige.
What's next,
But the predictable.
Fear, fearmongering, fearmonsters,
Fuckit,
What's now,
Give 'em all a beer.
C'est la guerre
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
Have discovered the joy of ten words
and cursing too!
.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
fuckit
there's nothing much to say
fuckit
explains it best today
fuckit
it's raining and i don't have my umbrella
fuckit
my car is broken to
fuckit,
there's nowhere good to go besides
fuckit
im staying in today
Juust fuckitall
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 4:15 AM UTC
There once was a Man with head like a bucket,
Every time he spoke it sounded like hens being shot with a musket!
His face looked like a cross between a stove and a rake.
And every time he was seen;
The children’s laugh would grow to a ruckus!
He’d scream back things so obscene,
That even insects fled the scene!
And he sounded a hen playing trumpet.
His tears would roll down his big bucket face,
Subdued; he would walk down the street,
With a simple trumpet of Fuckit’
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 5:33 AM UTC
I am of the unwanted, the ones of the dark. The scarred, the misshapen, the ugly of this world. I exist in the lonely avenues, with the rejects and fools that played with fire until they burned all the bridges off their islands. I am the drunk on the corner, the crazy man that no one in this world loves, I am the fool in the alley that smells too rank for "decent folk" to get near. I and we are the reminder of the world that is and will always be, not some glamorous movie scene nor a figment of the imagination of those pretty and of privileged. I am the bomb that severs limbs, and the rage that downs planes. I am what no one wants to be and until my demise I will be what the world says I am. Because that is the way this awful world works. So go forth with the heat and pollution, the death and despair and maybe just maybe the good goddess of Gaia will rid herself of our parasitic presence. fuckit.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC
Still unhinged by my own wrench
Memories pour in my head I'm drenched
Naive in the daydream of trust
Believed in something greater then lust
Bond of faith without haste
To end in her bed another waste
Something serious
Friendships keep me delirious
Sadness instills deeper fear
Even friends leave me in need and I shed a tear
Ruined on something so stupid
Lost my best friend nothing about cupid
Yet still heartache weighs like full buckets
Will you answer when I call nobody understands fuckit
Loss of sobriety denied me our bond
The usual pain was so fond
This is something new
Now I'm left scrambling for a few
To replace the whole of one
How could it be this easy for you to be done
Facetimes rejected left neglected
As if the past was a different universe
Stuck with myself like a curse
Just can't believe this is how hard it hurts
My best friend has left me
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
I can't say anything about the way you feel
I don't KNOW you.
We can talk about all this ******** but
I'll just blow you.
Instead.
I'll aim for my own head.
Hold in the words I never said.
And will never say.
I don't know how to do this anymore.
You've rotten me to my core
...god this *****
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 1:52 AM UTC