fuck

   
   
yes about fuckin right    
having a mall near the house    
does seem like such a blessing    
though truth be told i have fucking    
disliked it for a larger part of my stay    
for being a mall and second for attracting    
multitudes of fancy fucking morons all day    
fucking exceptions always creep up and happen    
and so it happens that today i was actually joyous    
on my way to the mall at twelve sharp for being there    
but my hatred was back on my way back in less than    
five fucking minutes as the damn counter was shut    
which meant no fucking tampon for the horny girl    
in my flat who probably is on the bed facing up    
as i lock myself inside the dumb waiter and hit    
the go i actually think about the odds of    
the thinktank behind the mall being aware    
of my tryst and shutting the medical store    
earlier in order to make me buy a brand new    
bedspread for the third fucking time this year    
of course i love doing the deed on those days    
the mood swings wildness the smooth dives    
just that i am an absolutely nomaintenance    
anticonsumerist anticorporate guy who hates    
buying things he might not need very soon    
but on second thoughts i could do her on    
the couch or the kitchen or the floor    
but that might require lifting her    
heavy body with my lifeless arms    
no workouts for two months finally    
coming fucking handy tonight      
so fuck ideology surprises    
fuck onenightstands    
fuck expectations    
judgmental women    
slow elevators stereotypes    
whatthehell fuck life  and    
everything else that comes    
with it just fuck like i am about    
to do as this goddamn elevator
reaches my fucking floor fuck
yes that is the thing always    
reaching somewhere    
really