Fuck me

by Andy Wright


Fuck you, and fuck your laws.
You and your laws.
True lover of the law you are.
When it works in your favor, that is.
Otherwise it's, "freedom freedom freedom".
Yeah, sure.  Freedom my ass.
Freedom's not what you're about.
Your story is deterioration, rotting away.


Fuck you and all for which you pretend to stand.
You're really only kneeling.
Start another clique, worship another God.
It's still the same old game.


Fuck you, you're just a redundancy, a reflection of your
surroundings.
Something different dares to shine itself into your precious
niche, and you awaken, long enough to squlech, long enough
to suppress, long enough to eradicate, then back to sleep.
Snoring fuck.


Fuck you, and fuck your rhetoric.
Pay your lip-service to the commonly-held "right".
Live your life to uphold the sitting-on-your-ass quotient.
Keep on truckin', keep on fuckin'.


Fuck you, and you label it "profanity".
Fuck you, and you call it "obscenity".
Fuck you, and you say it's "harrassment".
Fuck you, and it's "inappropriate".
"This doesn't belong here."
"Take this discussion elsewhere."
"You seem to have a great deal of anger."
"Stop this gratuitious flaming."
"I must say I was offended by your tirade."
"I can't understand this hostility."
"Oh, don't say that."
"You oughtn't say that."
"You are violating nettiquette."
"Shut up, you're breaking form."
"Maybe you just need someone to talk to."
"I think you have some problems you need to deal with."
"What are you really angry about."
"Say another word, and I'll have you up on charges."
"Don't say anything.  Don't say anything.  Don't say anything."
"Get a clue, before you lose big."
"This doesn't belong here.  Take it elsewhere."


Fuck you, and you ban.
Censor it all, blank all their minds, fill with what doesn't ruffle.
Oppressed?  You are the oppressor.  Just another part of the machine.
Crank them out, paper-dolls, cookie-cutout, what's the in thing.
Because to see yourself, that's the hideousness.
Keep the mob around, it serves you as mirror, to present
a more pleasing face.
But a mask, a fucking mask.  For you are empty.  Nothing
at all.  Dead to the world, and you kill.
Death is what you are all about.  Death in life.


Fuck your sheepish resignation, fuck your goddamn passivity,
fuck your predetermined failure.
You are the true nihilist.
Let's all join hands and be one large oppressed piece of shit.
Nevermind any freewill, nevermind any power there.
Nevermind any creativity, nevermind any fucking vision.
Let's all bathe in our cynicism, our inhumanity, to cram-pack
ourselves into shelves that won't hold.
Fuck your jars.  Fuck your so-called progressive trappings,
nothing but recipes for decay, in a secret skin.
Wallow in your fucking void, reeling in your crispy shells,
floating through your bouncing bubble.


Fuck your deception, and keep it to yourself.
Fuck your shuffling of labels like new hats,
your terminology like dress-up on Easter.
Call yourself a feminist, doesn't make you one.
Call yourself rational, doesn't make it so.
Call yourself a human being; are you really, though.
What's so human about the way you do it.
What's so human about that kind of charade.
What's so fucking human.


Fuck it, fuck you, and fuck me, too.


The End