Fuck
with enough conviction
for you to take me
seriously as a poet
Fuck sounds on my lips
Like we’re not so well acquainted
Inflection
Like I don’t know what I’m talking about
Maybe you don’t think
that I know enough about anger
seething
to have angst in my art
And maybe, just maybe
You don’t know
What the fuck
you’re talking about
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