"fuckless" poems - Hello Poetry

I give zero ***** anymore. I have no more ***** to give. I'm totally absolutely incontrovertibly fresh out of ***** My supply of ***** is completely out -- see?? [cupboard door swings open Only to reveal a fuckless cupboard] Even the **** Store is out of ***** I called them just now, The guy on the phone said he was Fresh out -- He told me: *The production and manufacturing Of ***** has been outsourced To Shenzhen China, And the workers are striking Because they are getting paid Fifteen cents an hour to produce 6 ***** a second -- Which is inhumane and just wrong.* I asked him why they didn't pay better -- He said, **** if I know! Like I said, I'm fresh out of ***** to give So who gives a ****

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Jun 6, 2014

Jun 6, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC

mike-dm

fresh out of ***** to give

I give zero ***** anymore. I have no more ***** to give. I'm totally absolutely incontrovertibly fresh out of ***** My supply of ***** is completely out -- see?? [cupboard door swings open Only to reveal a fuckless cupboard] Even the **** Store is out of ***** I called them just now, The guy on the phone said he was Fresh out -- He told me: *The production and manufacturing Of ***** has been outsourced To Shenzhen China, And the workers are striking Because they are getting paid Fifteen cents an hour to produce 6 ***** a second -- Which is inhumane and just wrong.* I asked him why they didn't pay better -- He said, **** if I know! Like I said, I'm fresh out of ***** to give So who gives a ****

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Plastic picnic plastic spoons plastic love plastic moons plastic vows plastic years plastic ****** plastic tears plastic promise plastic flowers plastic fuckless plastic hours plastic hospice plastic dying plastic caring plastic crying plastic boxes plastic keepsakes plastic palaces plastic mistakes plastic bride plastic honeymoon plastic false alarm plastic lover soon.

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Sep 17, 2021

Sep 17, 2021 at 9:26 PM UTC

BJD

Plastic Life

Plastic picnic plastic spoons plastic love plastic moons plastic vows plastic years plastic ****** plastic tears plastic promise plastic flowers plastic fuckless plastic hours plastic hospice plastic dying plastic caring plastic crying plastic boxes plastic keepsakes plastic palaces plastic mistakes plastic bride plastic honeymoon plastic false alarm plastic lover soon.

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The give-no-fucks kinda fuckless.

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Mar 15, 2016

Mar 15, 2016 at 2:05 PM UTC

swiftdreamer

The moment pt 2 [Excerpt #1 Notation] pt 3

The give-no-fucks kinda fuckless.

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Plastic picnic plastic spoons plastic love plastic moons plastic vows plastic years plastic ****** plastic tears plastic promise plastic flowers plastic fuckless plastic hours plastic hospice plastic dying plastic caring plastic crying plastic boxes plastic keepsakes plastic palaces plastic mistakes

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Jun 23, 2023

Jun 23, 2023 at 9:21 PM UTC

BJD

Plastic Love

Plastic picnic plastic spoons plastic love plastic moons plastic vows plastic years plastic ****** plastic tears plastic promise plastic flowers plastic fuckless plastic hours plastic hospice plastic dying plastic caring plastic crying plastic boxes plastic keepsakes plastic palaces plastic mistakes

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Dusk is brief in valleys. but daytime slowly washed, skin, scraped carefully to eat, covered in scents delivered by transparent bag mingling with garden trees and the cattle flies from fields nearby. Rare, imported light-bulb light passes through hair, hands sit dwarfed and distort in wine glasses, the split *** mumbles rises on the hob for Callisto outside, dancing prosaically about a very thin pole. Conversations become excuses to stare at lips, and songs suggested without conviction play unfinished. The music is softer now, the group diminished. Getting heavier things. Extremities in particular, and a few more sophisticated objects. Corkscrews like ingots and eyelashes masscarad in lead. There are the last lights and the thin summer sheets that get in the way; stuck to sweaty –‘tertwined and clumsy-- Ash and tannin obscure the smell of gums (and sometimes even the folded sent of neck and jaw). More sweat is generated Sleep does not come or so it feels when morning is slightly too soon bright and curtainless and the beauty is sifted fruity and fuckless soft but moaning.

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May 26, 2015

May 26, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC

didiot-vynberber

August, 2014

Dusk is brief in valleys. but daytime slowly washed, skin, scraped carefully to eat, covered in scents delivered by transparent bag mingling with garden trees and the cattle flies from fields nearby. Rare, imported light-bulb light passes through hair, hands sit dwarfed and distort in wine glasses, the split *** mumbles rises on the hob for Callisto outside, dancing prosaically about a very thin pole. Conversations become excuses to stare at lips, and songs suggested without conviction play unfinished. The music is softer now, the group diminished. Getting heavier things. Extremities in particular, and a few more sophisticated objects. Corkscrews like ingots and eyelashes masscarad in lead. There are the last lights and the thin summer sheets that get in the way; stuck to sweaty –‘tertwined and clumsy-- Ash and tannin obscure the smell of gums (and sometimes even the folded sent of neck and jaw). More sweat is generated Sleep does not come or so it feels when morning is slightly too soon bright and curtainless and the beauty is sifted fruity and fuckless soft but moaning.

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