18+ A rant filled poem about the world, the people in it via my POV |
- I Make No Apology- by Keaton Foster 18+Rant Poem Fuck this Fuck that Screwed Blued Tattooed I make no apology Why should I If need be I’d come to your house Walk right up Slapping that look Off your face Kicking you Square in the nuts Or twat Either matters not Equally I prefer to discriminate Emphatically I have come to hate This species as a whole Such is The crux of my very soul You This group of lemmings Called human existence 7.2 billion assholes That should be pushed Into an ever widened abyss Into a pit of no end Down into the darkness Of a non-essential existence If you are sitting there So damn unaware So mutha fucking queer Look to your left Then back to your right If no one is there Then I’m talking to you Then I’m angry at you You are the focus of my wrath The intention of my ill will Don’t take it so personally Even though you could But rather take it retrospectively See what I see in your past Examples are the bitch cousins Of any and all future endeavors Learn when you refuse to Understand when you can’t Just make it so I make no apology Poems like this And just about every other Makes me seem Bat shit nuts And I’ll be first to admit That perception Is always closer to reality We are smart beings Able to think for ourselves Able to react to our notions However a constipation cork Has been shoved up our asses Causing great discomfort A gut full of shit Has infiltrated into our minds A festering pool of stool Seeps from our ears Our eyes swish and swash Like tiny waves in an ocean Of putrefied excrement Removing the cork Undamming our asses Allowing the shit to flow The river of stool will ease For the betterment of our kind Anally removing the cork Will of course be just the start The stank will always remain The stain may in time fade Our minds will become free Of the shit once bothered with From such a new place Clean, pristine, refreshed ideas Will be born into existence Thus Intestinal fortitude will be returned I make no apology Nor should any of you I say what I wish Holding nothing back Fuck might seem vulgar But to me fucking ourselves Out of the chance to have Pure, creative, inspiring ideas Is not worth all the shit That could ever be vacated Through the mouths of assholes Who are sure they have something Important to add to the conversation When clearly they don’t… I Make No Apology Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |